Embers of fire help us get through the cold winter

Lin Rui died in a production accident. When he awoke, he was a tiny infant in the Northern Fjord, named Ragnal—meaning "warrior's advice." In this world forged from longships, battleaxes, and ice, he had a new family: a stern and silent father, a wise mother, a fiery and passionate elder sister, and a gentle yet resilient younger sister. He wanted to live a simple life, cherishing the warmth under this roof, and being an ordinary son of the North. But the timing was wrong. In the far south, thick smoke from volcanic eruptions obscured the sky. The climate was changing drastically, and a Little Ice Age was quietly approaching. Famine, war, and waves of migration were about to engulf everything. And further east, on the icy plains, a pair of pale eyes slowly opened. When the flame of civilization flickered uncertainly in the cold wind, how would a person carrying the memories of another world lead his people to rekindle the last embers of fire in the long, harsh winter?