One day, word reached the Stormpride Sisters of a terrifying white beast that came from the glaciers of the planet Niflheim, laying waste to settlements. Determined, Elza and her heavily armed White Fang Hunters set their course for Niflheim, hoping this would be the end of their long search. As their ship descended through the thick, swirling snow, Elza stood at the helm, her gaze fixed on the unforgiving landscape below. "Prepare for landing," Elza commanded, her voice a steady anchor in the chaos. "This world holds the secrets we seek. The Dread Wolf is here, I can feel it." The ship touched down, and the hunters disembarked into the biting cold. The wind howled around them, whipping their fur cloaks as they moved in formation, blending seamlessly with the snowy expanse. Each hunter was armed with weapons etched with glowing runes, their ancient power a testament to their heritage and connection to Niflheim’s spirits. However, upon arrival, they found more than just a beast. An army of marauders, clad in white fur, roamed the icy plains. These marauders called themselves the Sons of the White Void. The planet's inhabitants, desperate and terrorized, pleaded with the Sisters to stop the raids and bring peace to their land. Elza, seeing the desperation in their eyes, knew what had to be done. "We will end this," she promised. The Stormpride Sisters prepared for battle, their determination steeling their hearts against the bitter cold. The clash between the Stormpride Sisters and the Sons of the White Void was brutal and unrelenting. The marauders, fierce and ruthless, fought with a savage desperation, but the Sisters, led by Elza, countered with unmatched skill and precision. Their runic weapons gleamed brightly in the dim light, cutting through the chaos with lethal efficiency. Elza fought her way to the leader of the marauders, a towering figure draped in a cloak of pristine white fur. Their battle was intense, each blow resonating with the force of their convictions. With a final, powerful strike, Elza's war axe found its mark, and the leader fell to his knees, defeated. As he lay dying, he looked up at Elza with a mixture of defiance and resignation. "I go now to join my ancestor, the Great White Wolf," he rasped, blood staining the snow around him. "He awaits on the planet of the White Void." Elza's eyes widened with realization. "The Dread Wolf," she whispered, understanding dawning upon her. The legend was true, and they were closer than ever. With the marauders defeated and the planet’s inhabitants safe once more, the Stormpride Sisters gathered their strength and prepared for their next journey. "Our search is not over," Elza declared, her voice resolute. "We head to the White Void." The great search continued.