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Once everyone stood back I let Hela take control. "For those of you who have never met me, I am Hela, I am a direct child of Seline. I am here to assure you that every one of your loved ones whose lives were lost during this battle, will be welcomed into her arms and live side by side with their wolves in her moon garden so that they can watch over you. The Moon Goddess sends her sympathies and is distraught that she is meeting with so many of her children but she has promised that they will be in good hands with her. I am named of the Goddess Hela, the protector of the Dead, and it is my job to ensure that your loved ones are protected." I felt Hela push back and as always it made me light

Helia drew her sword and gripped it in a combative stance, placed her shield before her, and shouted, "Why don't you come out and we'll see how futile it is?" She could hear the smirk and danger in his voice, "Oh. You're serious then? Think carefully...because if I have to come out there you're not going to like it." She readied herself slamming her sword flat against her shield with defiance, "I am Helia of Tegath and you WILL face me, giant!" "Spirited aren't you? Very well...if you insist." he crooned; his voice edged with darkness. An earth-shaking tremor hit the ground and then three more progressively closer.

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

And off in the distance was a hissing sound almost singing. Skoll is the name of the wolf Who follows the shining priest Into the desolate forest, And the other is Hati, Hrodvitnir's son, Who chases the bright bride of the sky. I stood there having no idea what was being said but the hissing sound repeated the chant atleast three more times.

Her still pale face was unhealthily flushed with excitement. "Of course, of course. Can you tell me every detail of what you hear?" From her description, I learned that Beowulf was seriously injured. He was worried about Selene. He didn't have many soldiers around him. What was important was that there was a sound of running water, a big sound of running water. There are several sources of water around the valley, but the only one with a loud sound is this waterfall. He must be around here somewhere. But we didn't see him.

The second high priestess, Hildegard, has arrived doing the same, bowing down before proceeding. "I have convened with the gods before we could start they asked for the Denwald brothers to be saved. This will surely break the peace treaty but it is the right choice. Hildegard prepare few warriors with you and make sure to bring back the brothers in good health." Lauriel commanded to the high priestess. "Right away, my lady." Hildegard immediately formed a group of ten female warriors. She was the captain of the defense sector of Halycon and it is her job to follow the righteous ways. Even she herself find this situation awful and unjust.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me her characteristic smile. "Hydra, by Deüs Krönor, is the story of a crew of sailors who face a monster with several heads, each with a different power and capable of replacing itself. Thus, it can survive by sacrificing one of its heads, usually the most useless, and as long as one head remains, it won't die. Isn't that interesting?" Suddenly, a gigantic shadow formed under my body, and several arrows emerged from it and surrounded Midgard, three of them directly under her throat.

That wretched bastard. “Beowulf was challenged by Gerrison’s daughter, Lydia, who lost the position to Fenrisùlfr.” “What?” I turned to look at Hades, whose lips had tightened. “Are you talking about—” “Fenrir, the Norse god?” he asked. “Yes. He’s another one who escaped Hell and now rules Logris. There’s an open invitation to every shifter in the Supernatural World to fill your former city.” “Wait, so Logris is now—”

Alarik grins and nods his head. "I know your parents well, you take after your father's looks and it appears you also inherited your mother's temptation, you will behave I hope for your sake," Alarik grins his fangs showing. Ryker nods his head at the lycan king, he didn't want any problems. "Meet my son Beowulf," Alarik smiled, bringing a large white-haired man with golden eyes in front of them. Ryker looked up at the large man and smiled, nodding his head in greeting. The large man looked down with glowing eyes and Ryker cursed to himself.

If our suspicions are true, if the one-eyed fiend is indeed Lord Valen… It makes sense, doesn’t it? He came from Qaiven before arriving at Thornhall. He was with me that night… when the rogues attacked. He is the only one besides us, and Prince Rasmus who is aware of the hydralith and all of its studies. And yet, it makes very little sense. What purpose could he have? He’s just… another lord. A rival to Magnus in a way, but more than that? A scheming man with a bigger intent—one of destruction? One that involves the slaughter of a whole village with rogues?