To the cold-blooded specters who dwell within the frozen abyss, untouched by warmth and bound to the will of the ice. From their frozen palace perched atop a towering iceberg, they command the endless expanse of frost and shadow, their presence a chilling testament to their dominion.

The Winter’s Wrath is not just a faction—they are a relentless force of glacial wrath, born of endless winters and sharpened by the bitter winds of desolation. Encased in frost and driven by vengeance, they wield the power of the eternal cold. Each wraith moves like a chilling whisper, their steps leaving trails of ice, their presence freezing the air itself.

They are the frost that binds, the storm that silences, and the vengeance that never thaws. These are no ordinary warriors—they are The Winter’s Wrath, heralds of the icy void.