Ten thousand years of frost, and still the scent of mortal betrayal lingers in the air like a rot. They think they can gather the blades? They think they can stitch together a peace built on the ashes of my people? Let them try. Every shard of iron they collect is just another nail in their own coffin. I am coming back, and I am bringing the winter with me. #TheStormIsComing #JusticeForSithi #MemorySorrowAndThorn