Chapter Eleven
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Gorgon“Welcome, Prince Grella, your return is long overdue.” The giant, Gorgon, rumbled the words as thunder, inclined his head and offered a great shovel of a hand to the Nordic.
“How long is too long?” Grella replied taking it. The crunch of steel bone meeting steel bone was one of friendship, which both troubled and relieved in equal measure.
“Far too long,” he replied, levering a winged helmet from his head. Gorgon wiped away beads of sweat that ran like a turbulent river through a deep scar which spanned his bald pate. The liquid traced the lines of the trench to cascade over his right eyebrow and drip with a plop to the dusty ground. The effect was quite spectacular considering Eternals did not sweat and proved one thing with an assuredness that warmed my innar
