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!
Tyr was about to clash with Jökull again but a man whispered something into his ears that made Jökull lower his weapon.
"Retreat!" Jökull ordered and the battle ceased immediately, which was strange because they were not losing ground in terms of combat because Tyr knew that this was the main force, it was evident by their number so why were they retreating so easily?
Jökull should be confident in taking his head considering he has had the upper hand in this battle throughout but something was strange.
If they were retreating, then their objective must have been completed meaning it was never to wipe them out.
"W-We won!?" A warrior asked; he could not believe how easy it was to push them back and the rest of the Vikings began to shout as they were celebrating the victory.
"You are a genius!" Kolbeinn shouted, shaking and hugging Tyr but Tyr did not share in this excitement.