The Waking Storm

When the winds rise and the earth trembles, the threads of fate entwine in shadow and light.

In the frostbound north, a figure walks unseen, the whispers of the wind her only guide. In the embers of the east, a wanderer treads a path of ash, his purpose shrouded in fire and silence.

The heavens grow weary, the gods look away, and the realm teeters on the edge of ruin. Where once stood pillars of peace, now chaos stirs. The meeting of two will shape the tide, though neither knows what they carry nor the doom they herald.

The storm gathers, and the winds shall sing of them both.