The northern skies blazed with distant light, yet on the scarred plains below, a different war raged.
Snow and smoke churned in violent spirals as a monstrous wolf prowled through the battlefield. Its fur was a twisted tapestry of black and frost, every strand dripping with liquid ice that froze the ground beneath its paws. Crimson eyes burned through the blizzard like molten rubies, and each breath that left its jaws came as a storm of blood-tinged frost. Tyrant: the corrupted spirit beast of Leon Richards.
A growl rumbled through the air, so deep that it made the earth crack. The creature's breath turned the snowfields into a graveyard of ice sculptures, fallen warriors and frozen trees alike shattering to dust when the wind howled.
