EIGHTEEN
War
‘Send them back to the abyss!’ boomed Ragnar, as he charged headlong towards the Narlakai, who were now almost entirely upon them.
The Captain swung his enormous axe in a wide arc, its imbued smile reducing everything it touched to an ash-like substance. The particle remnants of the released soul stealers lingered, dancing wildly in the turbulent air. Scores of writhing tendrils flopped to the ground, where they squirmed autonomously, no longer tethered to their former hosts. Logic dictated that his friend be better served using a weapon fashioned exclusively from light, but the Captain was stubborn, and favoured the weight of his monstrous axe. A small part of him wondered if Ragnar enjoyed the showboating, though he quickly reminded himself that the red-haired giant was s
