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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 Jarl Halvar''''s skin turning his skin gray, eyes red, and bringing forth a craving for flesh.