β°βββββββββοΈFROM HARSH WINTERS AND FRIGID DAEMONSβοΈβββββββββ― βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ In the hidden boreal regions across the tundra, where even the roughest of beasts succumb to the frozen wastelands, lies a sanctum known only for the abandoned. This hollow reach born from the allfather, Frostveinβis a land ruled where every northern entity rejoices. A haven for many, a glacial death wish for those who oppose. Chained by our fate, "henceforth, we shall trample over who deem us flawed" with our words backed by eras of carnage, massacre, and sacrifice. We pressed on as vessels, reminding us of our never-ending cold warfare. There was an age when fear was but a whisper, and ambition soared beyond the stars. Abyss, the bearers of the Tundraβever since they have inherited these barrens, the incarnation of our Founder's will itself has been materialized into the heart of the Abyss, turning it into a frozen netherworld.