The Darkest of Nights - Part 7

But Gorm had done it. And he'd done it well, as the King knew he would. The King even believed that they'd make it back to the Salt Sea before the enemy cut them down, so that they might return home, with their numbers still intact, after weakening their enemy rather significantly.

So far, it had indeed been going well.

The enemy was slow to respond, or so Jok thought. They'd slaughtered a few villages without resistance. The Stormfront dogs seemed unused to war. They hardly put up any struggle. They'd not even really had a single man wounded since the start. But nor had any army really stood in their way.

And now here they were, for their first true battle of their raiding trip, facing off against an enemy of such magnitude.