They speak her name in hushed breath. The general. A whisper laced in blood.
But in the shattered frontiers of a fractured kingdom, While kings trade lives behind golden thrones and nobles reinforce the chains of power, the Cranial Stalker moves unseen—
she rose to striking supply lines, the invasion.
Diplomacy burn down palaces in its wake, igniting rebellion in the hearts of desperate merchants, and turning whispers into fire.
Only cities that collapse from within.
And from the south, word spreads of a masked woman wielding justice like a blade.
But this is no ordinary war.
What began as sabotage now burns through the bones of empires.
And beyond the fractured borders, something ancient watches—
older than kingship, crueler than war,
a power untouched by steel or spell.
Freiya thought she was hunting tyrants.
She didn't know something far worse was waiting.
