A thick wall of cold, pale fog covers the screen. For a moment — silence. Then, the muffled drag ...

A thick wall of cold, pale fog covers the screen. For a moment — silence. Then, the muffled drag of metal on damp earth breaks the stillness. From the depths of the mist, Thorfinn’s silhouette begins to emerge, slowly walking forward, dragging his worn sword behind him. His face is calm, but his eyes carry exhaustion and rage. His hair moves slightly in the wind. There’s a soft clink of his boots on wet dirt. You don’t fully see him until the last frame.