Where Valcrash reigned, no life would remain.

Those were the words left by a Northerner who once feared him.

An orc who offered his very soul to the ice, swearing loyalty to the Frost Dragon, Skadia. Blessed with the dragon’s power, Valcrash became the tyrant lord of the North.

A towering figure surpassing even the mightiest of orcs, astride his Frost Direwolf, Valcrash commanded legions. Cities he passed through did not even burn—for flames dared not rise in his wake.

A world of death and silence.
His cruelty drove all life to bow its head and leave, as though …