The lands of Midgard have grown cold and choked with ice as freezing mist covers all. Only a sacrifice can bring the warmth of summer, one from each tribe of Germa in their turn until The Vargr Tribe's treachery forces all into war. But in the mitts of battle, something rages beneath a Jarl's skin turning his skin gray, eyes red, and bringing forth a craving for flesh.

All the while Odin guides the future, preparing for the visions plaguing him for a millennium. A black-furred wolf, large like a mammoth, and a necromancer with green flames burning in his eyes would come for him. The battle's name would be Ragnarök and will end the world unless he claims victory by any means necessary.