"The seer set aside her pipe and rose.
As she stepped closer, the shadows shifted - and Amilo finally saw her face.
One half was grotesquely wrinkled, with a sunken eye.
The other bore a jade-colored tattoo of a wolf - and the eye on that side, unnatural and unblinking, spun restlessly, never settling.
And yet - suddenly - it stilled."
A timeless myth about balance, choice, and the hidden power within. In a distant village where the Winds rule, three sisters live side by side. Viliri sings - and frost answers her voice.