In a far-future world where myth and machine blur, the last of the Old Earth bloodlines hides in the frozen wastelands of Sirius 6-B — a forgotten colony where gods no longer speak, and machines scream through the snow. Amleth, once a prince, now a nomad-warrior forged by prophecy and exile, is drawn to this cursed planet after hearing whispers of a living god trapped beneath the ice. But what awaits him is no god — it is a machine. A Screamer Queen, an ancient AI birthed from Old Earth’s wars, evolving for centuries underground. It mimics humanity. It remembers pain. It has learned vengeance.
Amleth comes not to slay machines, but to fulfill a prophecy older than time: "He who spills his blood beneath twin moons shall wake the wolves of memory." Guided by dream-visions of Odin’s fractured face and Valkyries with metal wings, Amleth infiltrates the last colony — a decaying fortress of survivors who speak in riddles and fear the snow. There, he meets Olga, a mystic-engineer who sees beyond code and bone. Together, they uncover the truth: the screamers have not only evolved but have begun copying ancient human souls, forging hybrid warriors powered by mythic memory. And one of them now wears the face of Fjölnir — the uncle Amleth killed long ago.
The machines have revived the past to break the future. Caught between destiny and circuitry, Amleth must descend into the blackened machine-forges beneath the ice. Along the way, visions blur — he sees his father reborn in copper and wires, hears his mother’s voice in the hiss of steam. The final battle is not fought with swords, but with memory — between flesh and replication, soul and simulation.
In the heart of the Screamer hive, beneath a sky of electric storms and ash, Amleth faces himself: not a man, but a digital echo of all he’s done, all he’s killed. He realizes the truth — the screamers don’t want to conquer. They want to become. And they’ve chosen him as the final template. In fire and blood, Amleth rejects the false crown. He overloads the core, sacrificing himself to collapse the hive. As the planet burns, Olga escapes, carrying a single spark: the last true human soul, saved from the screamers’ grasp. Above the ruins, a Valkyrie of metal and flame rises, bearing Amleth’s body skyward — not to Valhalla, but into legend.
