Aftermath Of The Clan War....

Morning broke and the sun rose, the death toll was insurmountable, and bodies lay scattered everywhere on the battlefield in various conditions.

The gods feasted for many souls and joined them in Valhalla, warriors that would fight for the All-Father.

Kolbeinn was defeated swiftly but he had narrowly escaped death despite him bleeding profusely, he could barely move an inch as he lay on the floor with the bodies of him and his men everywhere.

"G-Gudrun…" Kolbeinn muttered under his breath, tears welling up in his eyes.

The night of the battle, he had a chance to kill her, something she had begged him to do but he could not do it, he could not kill his daughter and now, he did not know what fate awaited her.

She was a young virgin with a good face, he knew that she would be targeted amongst the men there.