I'm Afraid I Can't Let You Do That“Skallagrim, you're alive.” Hildr sobs with relief.
Finn steps forward to greet the returning warrior but stops dead in his tracks.
Behind Skallagrim, hundreds upon hundreds of the centipedes stand in perfect ranks. Like soldiers behind their general.
I grab Hildr's shoulder and pull her back. “I'm not so sure about that.”
Finn scowls. “Skallagrim?”
Thin metal spikes protrude from the skald's head at odd angles. One of his eyeballs has been pierced and goo runs down his face. His remaining eye glows from within with an eerie blue light. So does the tattoos all over his body. It's the same blue colour as the lights on the centipede clamped to his neck with its shiny metal legs buried deep in his flesh.
“Grim?” Uncertainty creeps into Hildr's voice.
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