Eira and the others did what they planned to do. They traveled to Frejadir, ready to clean up the place for Brynjar. When they arrived, the smell of blood filled the air, causing both pregnant women to get sick. Dusty turned to Hilda, who was just looking around, shaking her head at the scene. Blood was splattered everywhere. Torsten, Egil and Halvard turned their attention to Ashton’s body, that was no longer there. It was only a pile of black ashes. Torsten looked around, then he turned to Dusty.
“Where’s the body?” He asked.
“When a Warlock is killed, their body turns to ashes.” Dusty told his brother.
“That’s f*****g weird.” Egil said.
“Yeah, I was hoping to burn his ass.” Egil huffed.
