Between the frozen winds of the North and the silence of the dead stands Zium, the scholar of battle.
He fights not only with the axe — but with the mind.
He reads ancient runes as if deciphering fate itself and faces death with the calm of one who has already defeated it.

Where others see ruins, Zium sees the beginning of an empire.
He raises fortresses from nothing, unites scattered warriors, and turns ashes into power.
The gods envy him, for he masters both steel and thought.
His gaze pierces the mist of war and sees what others cannot — weakness, fear, hidden paths.

When he speaks, even thunder listens.
When he advances, chaos itself retreats.

Zium does not conquer lands. Zium creates empires.