The Ghost of Winterfell Returns
Forged in the fires of the Old Gods, reborn through the science of men.
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In the shadowed crypts of Winterfell, where the Starks once whispered to their direwolf companions, a legend stirs anew. Dire Wolves rise from the ashes of the Late Pleistocene—not by the will of the Three-Eyed Raven, but through a song of ice and gene editing, crafted by modern maesters wielding CRISPR technology.
Extinct for 12,500 years, these fang-and-claw beasts of frost roar once more, their white fur gleaming beneath the moonlight.
Long ago, when the Wall stood tall and the Long Night loomed, direwolves roamed the wilds beyond the Seven Kingdoms. But the ice melted, the prey vanished, and the Old Gods turned their gaze away. The direwolves fell silent—until now.
Now, Colossal’s alchemists have drawn their essence from ancient teeth and shattered skulls, blending it with the blood of grey wolves. A howl across millennia echoes—not in the frozen North, but in a realm ruled by degens, where moons are forged.
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