Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Their conversation ended with that sentence, after which both Masters lay down on their uncomfortable beds, ready to rest for a few hours, hoping that in the meantime nothing serious would happen to Sander, who was under the careful control of the young Karl.

Dag fell asleep, striving to dream of something of his parents again, but he did not succeed.

During his sleep, the dark liquid flowing through his body managing to close and completely heal his most severe wounds, such as the one on his leg and the one on his hip, leaving some noticeable scars.

After about four hours of heavy sleep, Dag was awakened by the voice of his sweet Freydis, who after kissing his cheeks, began to caress his hair.

"Hey, Dag! Wake up, sleepyhead... you have to eat something, you need energy! The darkness of the night is about to envelop the village and the cold begins to be felt. Come, get out of bed" 

Clutching his girlfriend's hand, Dag sat on the bed, while his stomach grumbled, and before he got up, he felt a strange itch under the bandage of his injured eye.

"What is it? Does it hurt?" Freydis asked, worried.

"Mmh, no... It's not real pain, it's more of a nuisance" he said, untying the lace that held the bandage firmly on his face, taking it off.

When his eye got some air, Freydis noticed that a yellow liquid had formed around it, which was certainly the result of a normal secretion due to the fact that the eye had been closed for a long time.

With the back of the bandage, Dag cleaned the outside of his eyelids, removing all that strange liquid and slowly, opened them.

With some initial difficulty, the eye opened slightly and the figures in front of it began to take shape, such as the torch hanging on the wall and Freydis's face, who as soon as she saw that Dag could independently open his wounded eye smiled with joy.

After a few seconds, the vision became sharper and even Dag smiled, realizing that the care of his Master had taken effect and with a little luck, also thanks to his great capacity of regeneration, everything had returned to normal.

He got out of bed and stretched his arms upwards, emitting slight crunches, after being sore for several hours.

"I feel so much better now! I feel that tomorrow I will have fully recovered my energies!" he exclaimed, looking at Egill behind him, slowly waking up after the long sleep.

When the Master Of Healing also awoke and gleefully noticed Dag's physical progress, all three of them left the room and together with some soldiers sat around a small bonfire, on which a small ember, consisting of a thin stone slab, was built, obtained from the rubble surrounding the building.

On the base of stone, pieces of semi-dried fish were roasting, giving off a very good smell, which awakened everyone's appetite.

After checking Master Sander's condition all the time, Karl also joined them, leaving his room and enjoying a well-deserved meal.

"So? How is he?" Freydis asked her brother, noting his relieved expression.

"He seems to be better. His heart rate stabilized and his leg stopped losing blood. I don't know if the relief he's feeling is due to the effect of the healing potion, but I hope he can wake up soon, not least because we can't leave him here" Karl replied, clutching a piece of steaming salmon. 

Kjell, sitting less than a meter from them, listened to the conversation in silence.

"I know you're all thinking that Sander's physical condition will slow us down, but I'm sure that with his physical strength, he'll find a way to keep the pace. I will continue to heal his leg day and night, taking advantage of the good temperature in here, before exposing ourselves to that freezing cold" Egill replied, who was already imagining what would happen in the immediate future.

After finishing his portion of fish and eating a whole piece of bread, Dag immediately felt better and the muscles of his arms and legs resumed functioning properly.

He got up from the ground and approached one of the windows of the stone house, to spy on the situation outside.

Less than ten meters away, a yellowish light illuminated the windows of the second building, in which the rest of the surviving warriors were getting some refreshment, eating some of the supplies they had managed to carry.

Around the two houses, there was nothing left: the snow was slowly starting to settle on the burnt and uneassuary ground, on which some rocks continued to emit a hot gas coming from underground.

Dag thought of the corpses absorbed by the earth wave caused by Memory Of Mjöllnir and the fact that they now fed the soil with their own organic matter, making it more fertile than the previous one.

As he was immersed in his thoughts, Freydis approached him, to keep him company.

"It could have been a lot worse, Dag. We could all have died. Relax, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we can organize the soldiers and study a plan to get into that breach in the ground. I wonder what's going to be waiting for us over there... maybe other warriors of the Claws Of Fenrir... do you think there are many others?" she asked, trying to look him in the eye as he kept looking out the window.

"It's possible, but I don't care. This time we will head towards them and take them by surprise. Surely there will be a fairly comfortable way to reach their lair, also because I do not think they can keep the shape of werewolf very long. We will go down in silence and move cautiously, divided into small groups, so as to avoid being surrounded. We will loot every dwelling, taking away their food and resources. After we've done all this and made sure we've killed them all, we'll go back to the surface and we'll continue north, looking for a Giants Of Ymir village, on which we haven't started our revenge yet."