The North Pole is a myth.
The real operation runs out of Singapore. The elves aren't making toys or wrapping presents here. These knife-eared folk are coordinating global logistics across every timezone on earth. And the man behind it isn't jolly. He's massive, jaded, ancient, and nobody, not even his own people, knows exactly what he is.
His name is Niko. You know him by Santa. You're wrong about everything else.
When a bitter enemy starts hijacking his winter relief shipments just days before the holiday season, Niko doesn't send a team. He boards a C-17, performs a HALO jump over Madagascar, and goes in alone.
What follows is a journey full of guns, knives, mortars, and dark elf assassins.
Some like it hot. He likes it...
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