One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!
The battle had resulted in defeat for Tyr and his men, Tyr had fallen in battle to save the majority of his troops because he understood as long as they had numbers, they had a fighting chance.
Jökull was interested in Tyr, the man that emerged victorious against two monsters.
The troops remained, attending to their wounded and killing the enemies that remained.
They celebrated, cheering and screaming like beasts.
The battle around all battlefields did not last up to thirty minutes, it was heavily one-sided despite the precautions that they had taken.
Jökull arrived where Sighvatur was waiting, he never joined the battle and the men he had standing idle were in great proportions, it was insane to think that this was not his full strength yet he crushed the enemies with no effort whatsoever.