Arctic Hunter: Monastic Tradition

In the frigid wastes of the distant north, there’s silence, broken by bouts of howling wind and struggle to survive. Such an environment lends itself for the honing of the mind and body, free of hubris and luxury. To be one of the cycle of eternal winter, of life and death, of the food chain. One with the spirits, and great beasts of the north. Act of survival alone, serving the path of self development. Death or perseverance.

- from the publisher's blurb