BRUTA

Beneath Drekiheimr’s venom heavens, where every wind is laced with ash and glass, strides Bruta—last daughter of a slaughtered clan, her twin-bladed axe scorching sparks across the black-dune wastes. To avenge the blood on the sand she must carve a path through trolls, storm-drakes, and demon-ridden bandits to the obsidian citadel of the Lich Emperor, a necromancer whose heart beats on stolen souls. One woman, one storm-forged weapon, and a vow louder than thunder: topple the corpse-king or die feeding the desert’s thirst.