Chapter 18The army of ghosts, ghouls, demons, fiends, and everything foul you can imagine appears seemingly out of nowhere. The hellhounds lead the charge.
I curled my fingers seemingly around nothing but air but the cool metal of my scepter grows firm within my grasp. Behind me, Baulder gives a bloodcurdling scream. At least it wasn’t all wimpy and girlish like I first feared it might be. In that lingering sound, I realize that there might actually be an Asgardian warrior somewhere within the pretty boy.
I swing my scepter and knock a hellhound out of the air as if I were at baseball batting practice. The second beast I ram the scepter beneath its body and flip it over me. More on-comers I take out with a quick blow across the icy crystal.
I recognize one of the hellhounds pouncing for
