The Viking's ghost looked on as the demon and the Nightshade played a game with the spiders. Counting in how many spots they could cut them without harming the bellies.
And the precious silk inside.
She had bigger fish to fry!
Freydis moved out of the tiara, then through the runes on the bottomless backpack.
Poor kids should really learn to lock it up! What if someone stole it?
She floated through the moss-covered tunnels. Making no noise, giving no warning!
The giant spider was guarding the dungeon core. Freydis grinned.
It was its funeral.
She took out an axe and charged!
She was dead. Had been for years. It was finally time to earn her place in Valhalla!
The warrior hit the barrier with all she had. There was a crack on the spot, but the core kept the barrier going.
She roared, using her own soul to power up the axe's runes. Runes, which had been cooled in dragon blood!
Carved with the fangs of a lion!
