365 CCCLXV. Playing Away

"But when we arrived in this village the sunset had not yet arrived! How is that possible then?" the archer asked, touching his chin and reflecting.

"I said the 'legend', Reidar. According to the legend, we could never meet a God in the flesh, yet we did. In my opinion, here at Krypstorm, Fenrir, Ymir, and Loki's powers are stronger, and those of our Gods are weakened. I don't know why, but I have this feeling, I can sense it in my blood!" Dag continued in a low voice, as Freydis slightly looked at him, smiling and happy to be with him in a warm place.

"Fuck... so you think that in reality, the Claws Of Fenrir can transform even during the day?! That would make things even scarier! We don't know where they are and where they come from... they could attack us at any moment!"