380 CCCLXXX. Memory Of Mjöllnir

A dozen wolves faster than the others sprang from the herd, running at great speed in the snow, their jaws wide open and their claws ready to strike.

In the mind of the young Dag, the figure of Magni appeared, as always immersed in darkness.

"Master! I feel it! It's coming! I'm worthy! I'm worthy!" Dag said, turning to the spirit of his Master, who smiled toward him and grabbed both of his arms.

"Think of your parents, Dag... do it for them... prove to yourself how much you're worth... you've lived in fear for too long... now take what belongs to you! use your powers for yourself too, not just for others! Become the warrior I wanted you to be! Unleash your power, Dag!" Magni's spirit answered aloud, clutching his pupil's wrists and barely raising his arms upwards, beginning to scream out loud with fatigue.

"Grrrraaaaagh!" Dag shouted, joining his battle cry with that of his master.