** Ice forges blood, and fire tempers royal power. **
At the Windhowling Pass in the eternally frozen border, the young man Lawn Frostsong flows with the blood of magic and martial arts that echoes with frost and sword blades. As the son of a small border lord, the world in his eyes was once the fire of the castle, the hammering of dwarf friends, and the towering glaciers guarded by his father. However, when the shadow of the Church of Holy Light quietly enveloped the family, and when the corrupt tentacles of the false pope extended to the human empire, a huge war sweeping the continent suddenly started.
Raun is called upon to wield a sword and fight for a corrupt dynasty. He traveled through the misty forest of the elves and witnessed the ancient trees weeping blood; he stepped into the lava core of the dwarves and listened to the lamentations of the ancestors; he walked through the wilderness tribe of the orcs and touched the scars of enslavement. In the magic and sword light, he saw clearly the lies under the crown: the so-called "glory of the empire" was a tower built on the corpses of foreign races; the so-called "faith in the holy light" was a poisonous ivy that sucked the hope of all living beings. The betrayal of close friends, the sacrifice of loved ones, and the cries of civilians in the flames of war finally ignited the silent ice flame in his blood——
**The obedient dies, the resister is crowned. **
The throne of the old era collapsed in the machinations and blood, and in the new era, the dust needs to be washed away with frost and snow, and the rules need to be recast with fire. Raun Frostsong, the demon warrior who emerged from the ice field of the pass, will tear apart the dark sky. His sword points at the false theocracy, his magic protects thousands of people, and under his command are the awakened races and the sparks rising from the broken mountains and rivers. This is not a revenge, but a nirvana: at the end of ice and fire, on the cliff of decay and rebirth——
