The history of the Cleaver

Winter is coming!
 
Cold winds blew over the Sphere, they overtake heavy leaden clouds and bring frost that penetrates to the bones. Rare snow falls from the sky – it melts before reaching the ground, but soon the frost will get stronger and the snow will fall in full force. The holiday of the Snow Whirl is just around the corner, but it's still far from the middle of winter, but for now…
In the meantime, the frost is getting stronger, and wild boars are getting out of their secluded rookeries. These ferocious beasts scour the Valley of Cold in search of food and attack anyone who dares to invade their domain. Don't underestimate these beasts!
 
They are the embodiment of courage and rage, they are the very anger, ready to descend on those who dared to cross the borders of their lands! Any hunter knows that in the snowy forest there is no animal more dangerous than a boar! After all, it is not for nothing that they have been going to them with special spears for a long time, and in no other way, because neither a leopard, nor a tiger, nor even a bear awakened in the middle of winter poses such a danger as a young hog defending its land!
 
Such is the destiny of youth – to rush into battle at anyone who dares to cross the line. But among the boars there are also wise animals. Those who have lived in the world for enough years know that neither a demon nor a human is a danger to their existence. The giants are busy with their wars, but the boars know the truth. They know that behind the snowstorm and the darkness of the winter night there is a real danger. Darkness, death, and something far worse than death. And they, the boars, were the first to stand in the way of this darkness!
 
Adult wild boars, who have grown long tusks and stiff bristles, which protects better than any armor, sometimes go out into the world and look for a warrior. It doesn't matter if it's a human or a demon, because it doesn't matter to them at all. They are ready to faithfully serve anyone who can put armor and saddle on them and stay alive. And they will fight together with their warrior to the last drop of blood. Such boars are called Cleavers, and they always fight in the vanguard during the winter cold.
 
So arm yourself with courage and go to the snowy forests of the Valley of Cold to find and tame the faithful Cleaver. You will not find a truer friend and a fiercer warrior than this wild boar.
Squeeze your faithful axe tighter, push your bristly helmet deeper, and go there, into the very center of winter, into the thick of the forest, into the camp of frosty monsters, to find and curb this beast. Cleaver. It will be difficult. It's going to be hard. But you won't regret your choice, that's for sure.