The mountains of Ionia are almost as unforgiving as Freljord’s frozen expanses. During that hunt, I found myself doubting— doubting whether this trophy was worth it, whether I would ever find my quarry, and most of all doubting my ability to endure the cold.

I spend a week and a half in those frozen mountains tracking a legendary beast, one the Ionian mountain tribes revered as a god. A god of winds, slayer of massive serpents, and one who would ruin entire villages on a whim. A god that would block out the sun and carry dragons on its back.

I wanted this god’s crown.

After hunting for days on end, my ‘prayers’ to see this god were answered...
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