Amid the howling winds of the frozen north, Louis Calvin stands alone atop an icy cliff, wrapped in a wolf-pelt cloak.
Cast into this eternal wasteland by his own family under the guise of "glory," he awakens a daily intelligence system just as death seems certain:
【Thirty-seven frost-wolves lurk in the southeast valley — they strike tonight.】
【A tide of dragons will sweep the continent; humanity will barely survive.】
...
He begins gathering witches — women branded heretics and hunted for their powers — judging none by birth or "purity," only by talent and sincerity, building with them a land where anyone can belong.
While southern nobles scheme over thrones, Louis's cavalry has already crushed the barbarian tribes, and frost dragons roar above the Iron Wall.
Winter has come, and this storm will swallow the continent.
