The bells hanging from the Kannushi's staff rang softly as he walked toward the chiefess's chamber.

His footsteps carried the same calm rhythm they always had.

As he had for countless winters, his footsteps carried only duty.

“Forgive me, chiefess, for this unusual evening visit,” the Kannushi said, bowing deeply. ”I received whispers from the Frost Ravens.”

The Kannushi slowly turned his hollow gaze to meet Fuyusei’s eyes.

“The Frost God is dead.”