"They say the North keeps its own time and its own gods. Before the world was tamed by fire and reason, there were lands untouched by sun, where men vanished and only bones told tales.

This is the story of Kael, last of the Elk Riders, who dared cross the Pale Expanse to reach the ruins of Thunn Dar, seeking what should not be remembered. He found it or rather, it found him. A beast shaped from ice and hate, older than language, awakened by his trespass.

He fled through the snow, his breath sharp as blades, the howls of the Shade behind him like drums from another world. The mountain, carved by forgotten hands into the face of a god, watched his flight without pity. For in the Hyperborean wastes, there is no mercy, only memory.

And memory, here, has teeth."