... As he broke the seal, the mercurial elixir rushed onto his cracked skin. It penetrated. It spread.
New muscles sprouted, silver veins traced fresh paths beneath his flesh, twisting like electric serpents. At last, Ephraim knew the glory of the titans...
... The man felt reality fading around him. His heart pounded fiercely, and his hands trembled. In a moment of uncertainty, one of the chihuahuas stepped forward and—to his astonishment—spoke in a resonant voice:
... He found her in an ominous clearing, shrouded in fog. Her figure, of unsettling grace, stood silent, while her deep eyes scrutinized him. Two small dogs beside her watched him intently, like guardians of an ancient secret...
The night wind caressed his bare torso, mingling the scent of damp earth with the iron tang of dried blood on his arms.
It wasn’t his.
Nor was it entirely Hrossmaður’s.
His mentor.
His second father.
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He himself had handed her the very blade he’d trained her with, his eyes already clouded by the corruption that turned his kind into nameless beasts.
—Hestkona... only you can...
His sword.
His last command.
She obeyed.