In the Volsung Empire, the triangular mark brands you less than human.

Nibel was born with it.
Born a slave.
Born to be spat on.

Then the black legions raided his mine.
He's given a choice: fight… or accept his fate as a slave.
Freedom is not given.
It is taken, one duel, one battlefield, one kill at a time.

Can he turn the name that once meant shame into a legend that makes even empires tremble?

Even a cursed dog can learn to bite.
And this one has teeth of steel.