Fimbulwinter
Fimbulwinter had the pale, frost-bitten look common among the Tüntuk, but the curse running through him made every breath colder still. As a winter lycanthrope, he shifted with a violence that no training could soften, which made him valuable to the highest bidder and disposable in equal measure. Thormund put him to work because fear made for reliable muscle, and Fimbulwinter followed orders without hesitation, never pretending it was anything more than survival.
During the chaos in the Oceanking’s tomb, he fought like a creature already marked for death, hurling himself at Arygos with the single-minded fury of someone who knew mercy wasn’t coming. The curse lashed out of him as he tore into the warrior, only to be caught and reflected through Arygos’ thunder-charged axe. When the blade cut him down, a fragment of his spirit clung to the killer, the last echo of a mercenary who sold his strength until it finally cost him everything.
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211 AHM
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