"BROTHER RAGNAR," said a cold, clear, commanding voice. "Brother Ragnar, stand up."
Ragnar's eyes widened. He suddenly surrounded himself and smelled the cold scent of medicinally scented mint, cold…
The marble feel of the surgical altar beneath her back, her breath hazy in the cold air. looked up
I saw a wrinkled and wounded face smiling. Two fangs smiled and said in front of him.
warrior brother. The pain in his chest warned him that he was once again among the living. “I cannot be in Hell, brother Sigard. You're too ugly to walk through the door.
“And you are too cruel to die, brother Ragnar. To be honest, I hit it and went for a long time. there was a point
When your mind stops and your mind is freed from his body. We thought we might lose you
something brought you back I don't know what it is, he said.
“There is still work to be done among the living, brother. I have enemies to conquer and battles to fight. I'm not ready to die yet. How are you
War?"
'We will. We've cle
