Brenna stared into the flames and imagined she could see the Northern Hordes descending on the rocky shores where the giants once crossed the sea. She wondered if the man leading the charge would wear Dagaz’s face and smile and have his green, green eyes. She knew hundreds of years had passed since she and Angelus - who went by Malak these days - had set foot in the icy kingdom to bring Old Master’s will to fruition, that Dagaz was long buried and forgotten.
She just knew that she’d never forget his face.
“I promise to be very careful,” she said.
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