On a glacier at the edge of the world, a warrior woman stands alone, her breath visible in the freezing air. Her armor is forged from black iron, its surface etched with frost and adorned with fur- lined pauldrons. Her hair, a stark white, falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, a glacial blue, seem to pierce through the cold. She wields a massive warhammer, its head encrusted with ice, and her presence is as unyielding as the frozen landscape. Behind her, a fortress of ice looms, its spires glinting in the pale sunlight. Her story is one of isolation—a warrior who was exiled to the frozen wastes and now defends the last remnants of civilization from the encroaching darkness. Her beauty is as cold and sharp as the ice she commands, and her strength is unmatched. "
