Pavel (the Froststalker)

The world, once a vibrant tapestry of cultures and colors, now lies dormant under a blanket of snow. The Great War, a cataclysm of humanity’s own making, scorched the skies and left the Earth in a perpetual winter. Nations fell, and from their ashes rose a new order, where survival became the sole currency, and yet everybody payed with arrows, as bullets were too rare and precious to even be used.