A faceless soul-fisher sits silently on the deck of an ancient Viking drakkar. His form is tall, shadowed, and without a face — only a smoot...

A faceless soul-fisher sits silently on the deck of an ancient Viking drakkar. His form is tall, shadowed, and without a face — only a smooth, dark void where features should be. He holds a long, ethereal fishing rod cast into a river of drifting spirits. In the water below, faint ghostly shapes swirl ...