At the northernmost edge of the world lies a land that most living beings prefer to pretend doesn't exist.
The Great White North.
Snow covers everything as far as the eye can see, the wind howls endlessly between mountains of ice, and the cold reaches levels capable of killing any ordinary creature long before it can travel more than a few kilometers.
There are no cities, no kingdoms, not a single trace of civilization.
Because that frozen wasteland has only one ruler… death.
Spectres wander among the snowstorms, condemned to eternally roam the same frozen expanse, while above them dragons, the oldest and most powerful creatures in the world, have ruled those icy mountains since long before the first kingdoms ever existed.
And yet, as paradoxical as it might seem, the Great White North was the region that had witnessed the fewest conflicts in the entire history of the world.
Not a single war had ever managed to spread there.
