The Death of the Red Beast

The battlefield fell into dead, breathless silence as Gunnar Skoll delivered the final judgment of Mount Fenrir. With the concentrated, terrifying power of fifty winters of warrior mastery, Gunnar brought his colossal star-metal broadsword down in a clean, vertical cleave. The celestial blade sheared through the bone spikes and corrupted muscle of Borek Bloodfang’s throat, severing the monster’s head from its shoulders in a spraying geyser of black necrotic blood.…