Regressing As The Reincarnated Bastard Of The Sword Clan

The once-mighty Ragnar lineage carries many legendary names—the Fallen Nobles of the Frozen Citadel, the Stormborn Draconic Order, the Frostpeak Sovereigns, and the Bloodline of the First Wyrm. For ten centuries, this imperial house stood unshaken, its legacy woven through countless battles and frozen throne rooms. Their ancestral halls echoed with the whispers of ancient dragonfire, their banners once casting shadows across the northern tundras. Each generation bore the weight of their forebears’ conquests, their swords etched with runes older than kingdoms. The clan’s chronicles spoke of ice-bound fortresses that scraped the heavens and knights who rode blizzards like steeds. Even in decline, the mere mention of their name made warlords hesitate at border passes. Winter itself seemed to bow before their bloodline’s enduring might, their history written not in ink but in the scars of the land. To this day, scholars debate whether their downfall came from within or through the slow erosion of time’s relentless march.