Answers to reviewers statements or questions
HiragaSaito16: Athena's not in love with Pierce (not yet anyway). As a long lived Goddess of Wisdom, she has met many humans, both good and bad so she's not some young girl who will easily fall in love but she does enjoy being around Pierce. He's honest (a bit too much sometimes), chill, doesn't like throwing his weight around, and if push comes to shove, will fight for the people he cares about with his life. He's not some ambitious ruler or warrior who loves fighting, he's just a guy going through life and trying to have fun. So yeah, Athena isn't in love but Pierce is slowly getting there.
Bridd: Look man, I'm just going with the flow and writing what I find interesting. I don't have this big laid out plan for what I want for Pierce; thank you for putting so much thought into my story but you're overthinking it. I've made plenty of memorable moments with the non-harem OCs, they are there you just have to pay attention. By the way, this isn't one of those (I'm sorry for my French) garbage Wuxia stories where the male protagonist is the only male in the story to have a happy life, get the girl, and become powerful. I'll give plenty of love to my other OCs like Adrian, Vargas, and Aindrea and that's how it should be; people that try to make their male protagonist the only winner in their stories are bad writers (in my opinion).
Chapter 27: Ancient Kings
Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD. The OC's are mine.
...It's weird not seeing a funny disclaimer ain't it.
Speech – "Hey, I'm Pierce."
Thoughts – 'I'm dead.'
Spells – "Jumon"
Asgard
The sun reigned high in the sky, casting a warm glow all over the ancient fortress of the Norse Gods. The center of the Norse Pantheon and the most famous world amongst the nine, Asgard was a beautiful place. Massive stone walls surrounded the majestic city with them reaching hundreds of feet; it had countless protection spells from every branch of magic on it. A wide array of buildings littered the inside, with certain areas having tall modern looking towers to small, wooden homes made for a Nordic feel. Brick roads could be seen in the city with many citizens (worshipers that died and were given entry into Asgard) walking and living their daily lives. In the center of the city lay a huge hall, this was Valhalla. The home of Odin and the resting space of the warriors that fought and died in his name, the Einherjars. Constant partying could be heard within the hall and above the main room was a small office. Inside sat a woman behind a desk with a bunch of papers on it. She was a beautiful woman with light blue air, a full figure and was wearing a Norse dress. This was the youngest Valkyrie to become Chief in the history of Asgard, Brynhildr.
"…Damn you Audhild…Damn you!" And she was currently cursing her predecessor to every version of Hell in DxD. "You knew it would be like this didn't you!? You must be laughing at me now aren't you!?" Brynhildr yelled in anger but all she got was silence from the empty room, causing her to sigh and slam her head against the desk. Which ended up tipping the papers over and they fell on the floor, making her sigh again.
Yeah, this was not her day.
'…I want to go to bed…' Brynhildr thought this in exhaustion and wondered where it all went wrong. Of course, she knew exactly where. Being originally an orphan, Brynhildr never had a parental figure in her life so she turned to the Valkyries for admiration and entered Norse school to become one. She was especially a fan of the Chief of the Valkyries and strongest in Asgard. While she was at the bottom of her class in the beginning, for her poor swordsmanship and magic control, that never kept Brynhildr down. Studying late nights on both magic theory and sword play, she pushed herself to the limit. Training until her palms bled from swinging her sword and cramming so much Magical Knowledge that she periodically got migraines, Brynhildr eventually graduated at the top of her class. She joined the Valkyrie squadron and met her hero, making a great first impression.
The leader took Brynhildr under her wing and trained her, grooming her to become the next Chief. Years went by and after many campaigns in the name of the Norse Gods, Brynhildr got her wish. Being nominated by her mentor, she competed in the tournament to select the next Chief Valkyrie and won with flying colors. Her mentor was incredibly proud. She threw a party in celebration and finally gave up the name Brynhildr to her, reusing her past name Audhild.
'I regret everything.' Brynhildr groaned and lifted her head, a paper stuck to her face. She ripped it off, seeing it was describing a man that lived a peaceful life and died calmly in bed. She threw it in a basket labeled "Niflheim" and the paper glowed before disappearing, the soul was now on its way to the icy Norse Hell. While some would find that unfair, you could also argue that the man worshipped the Norse Gods but never involved himself in battles and that was just setting yourself up for failure (the Norse Pantheon were well known for being straightforward with their worshippers and what they have to do to end up where, so that was mainly on him).
This became a regular thing for Brynhildr, constantly looking through the files of the souls that came to Asgard and choosing what realm they were sent to. While this was the job for all the Valkyries, Brynhildr became the main officiator for the bulk of the souls. Such was the job of the Chief Valkyrie. Worst part? Brynhildr got the position a couple of months ago and the next tournament for the title of Chief was in a hundred years.
And she was already bored.
"…Fuck this!" Brynhildr stood up and made for the exit, planning to take an early break. She left her office and made her way down the majestic halls of Valhalla. Loud noises could be heard as she walked further and came to a pair of double doors. They were overly large with golden Nordic runes over them but Brynhildr didn't stop to admire them and waved her hand. The large doors opened and an incredibly wide hall was revealed. The hall was larger than a football field with golden pillars holding up the roof, decorations like shields, swords, and animal skins hanging on the walls. It was a beautiful sight.
Then a chair flew at her. Not skipping a beat, Brynhildr caught the chair and set it down in one swift movement. She looked at where it came from with a bored face and shook her head at what she was seeing. Two men were wrestling in between the long tables and they were really getting into it, throwing punches and kicks. The surrounding Einherjars just hollered and laughed at the spectacle, yelling jeers at both combatant's prowess. Which in turn caused both men to fight harder and the jeers to become louder. It was a vicious cycle.
"Hey!" Brynhildr wouldn't have bothered on any other day but she was bored and annoyed and needed to vent in a healthy way. So she walked over to the fighting men and grabbed the collar of one, flinging him a dozen meters in one direction. Seeing his opponent gone, the man turned to the Valkyrie and threw a punch. One that she easily dodged and countered, landing a fist square on the man's nose. He stumbled back in pain and his nose bled but he ignored it and tried to tackle the Valkyrie. She hopped over the man and kicked his head, sending him smashing into a table. The other men laughed as the man tried to stand and fell on his ass, his eyes swimming from the hit. Brynhildr padded herself down. "Are you calm now?"
"Damn woman you hit hard!" The Einherjar grumbled and struggled to stand. "Women shouldn't be so violent! You should be at home waiting for your husband with a full meal and mead!" A wave of agreement came from the surrounding observers and Brynhildr raised an unimpressed brow.
"That's funny since I can kick your ass from here to Jötunheim and still be able to cook. What do you bring to the table?" Brynhildr smirked at the way the warrior's face went red and the laughs from the surrounding men. He got up angrily and took out his sword, rushing at Brynhildr. She got out her own sword nonchalantly and parried the reckless slashing of the Einherjar. Dodging a downward slash, she cut his wrist and he dropped his weapon. She swept his legs, making him fall to the ground with a thud and she placed her blade at his neck. The man looked up defiantly at Brynhildr and she smiled at this. Sheathing her sword, she grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to his feet. "At least you have a pair of stones to go with that bark." She smacked the Einherjar's back and he stumbled. "Now go to a healer to fix yourself up, you look like a mess. You too!" Brynhildr pointed to the man she threw a while ago and they grumpily agreed, leaving the hall to find a healer.
"Always the straightforward approach huh Brynhildr?" A man eating mutton smirked on the side.
"We're Norse; straightforwardness is our way of life." Brynhildr snorted at the words. "And you guys only understand punches and kicks so what can you do?"
"True enough!" The man laughed. "But you still can't beat an Einherjar in a drinking fight."
"Oh really? Want to put your money where your mouth is?" Brynhildr smirked as the man motioned towards the table in a welcoming manner. Not 10 minutes later, the Chief Valkyrie was knee deep in mead and dozens of Einherjars were passed out drunk while she kept drinking (and that was supernatural mead too!). The party kept going as more food and challengers came to Brynhildr. This was a regular occurrence in Valhalla so no one batted an eye to the Chief Valkyrie being there. Though the drunk Einherjar that was sent flying half way across the hall because he tried to get grabby with Brynhildr brought a round of laughs.
"And another goes down!" Someone yelled as an abnormally large Einherjar went down with a red face and quickly started to snore.
"Next!" Brynhildr wiped her mouth of mead stains and raised a cup to the other challengers. She smirked when none stepped up and continued drinking. At the end of the day, Brynhildr did love being a Valkyrie. The fights, the food, the people (even if half the time were drunk), were all she wanted in her life. Sure, the last couple of months of nothing happening and the increased workload did irritate her but she still wouldn't give up being Chief.
Though, Audhild taking so many vacations since giving up her position did paint a clear picture.
"Brynhildr!" The Chief Valkyrie stopped and placed down her half full cup, seeing a young Einherjar run up to her. She frowned at the distressed look on his face.
"What's wrong?" She waved her hand and a magic circle appeared over her head, clearing up her slightly drunk state.
"Come see, something's happening!" The young Einherjar walked away and Brynhildr followed, quickly reaching a table on the far end of the hall. "Look!" The young Einherjar motioned towards another Einherjar and Brynhildr stepped forward to see.
"Oh would you relax Asmund! It's probably nothing! You shouldn't have bothered Lady Brynhildr!" A large man that looked vaguely like the young Einherjar said. He was a tall burly man with a handsome face, brown hair and a full beard. And his veins currently had glowing black streaks going through them. Brynhildr frowned. "Forgive my little brother's actions, he doesn't know-"
"Shut up." The man stopped talking at the Chief Valkyrie's words and she walked closer, grabbing the man's face. She observed the black streaks closely and even traced them, a very small magic circle on the tip of her finger. Her frown became deeper and she let go. "Draugr." Both Einherjar went wide eyed at that and the larger one got up in anger.
"Is someone trying to steal my buried riches!? Who!? I'll rip them apa-"
"No. It's not thieves." Brynhildr shook her head. "This is not natural Draugr movement, this is forced activation." In normal times, all Einherjars in Valhalla get a spell casted on their corpse to protect their treasure they were buried with. If it was a regular thief then the Einherjar would get a mental message and the body would naturally rise. But…
"Someone purposely raised your body." Brynhildr ignored their shocked faces and got down to business. "Go back to the barracks and alert the Valkyries of any other Einherjars that have the same thing happening to them." The two brothers nodded and Brynhildr reached out, a sheet of paper appearing in her hand. It had information on the large man and where he was buried.
"Denmark? Who woul-…Oh shit." Brynhildr remembered something very important and ran to the main hall of Valhalla.
Throne Room
"...Zeth truly has no boundaries." Mimir sighed as Brynhildr gave her report. "We knew his Generals had arrived in Denmark but to think they would disgrace an Einherjar's grave so soon and without care…"
"Like that fool cares about custom and respect; he declared war on his own benefactor." A man on the side sneered. He had a dignified face, long blonde hair and amber eyes. He was standing next to the severed head's podium and he was wearing long robes. This was the God of Sacral Kingship, Freyr. "We should have chased them out the moment they arrived."
"And risk being involved in this war? Your anger needs calming Freyr." A woman's voice chastised Freyr. The God and Advisor looked over to where the voice came from. They saw a short, beautiful woman with golden blond hair done in long braids and yellow pupils. She was sitting on the throne and another, but equally beautiful, maid was kneeling by her. This was the Queen of Asgard, Frigg and her maid Goddess Fulla.
"Even if I do calm down, they will still disgrace the graves of our fallen warriors." Freyr argued back. "So tell me, what should we do?"
"We communicate." Frigg calmly spoke and Freyr frowned.
"But that won't-"
"She's right." Odin finally spoke up after being silent this whole time. He stared out the window at his domain for a bit longer before turning to the kneeling Brynhildr. "Take your team and "kindly" suggest the General to leave Denmark."
"And if they don't cooperate?" Brynhildr asked and Odin titled his head in thought.
"Well…then I better polish Gungnir." Frigg frowned at this.
"Dear, that's-"
"No, I've made my mind up." Odin's face became stern. "We can't let Zeth do whatever he wants because we're afraid of the damage. I promised you I'd put that past behind me and I won't go looking for it but they brought this to our doorstep."
"A good king loves peace..."
"But doesn't fear war." Odin finished for Mimir and a fire could be seen in his eyes. "Those men partying and fighting in our name do so because they believe in our convictions. If we were to step back when one disgraces their resting places then do we deserve it?" No one in the room responded. "Well I won't want it. Not when I don't deserve it. I'm a God of my word and I will protect all who consider themselves my comrades…even if I have to die to prove it." Odin said this with such conviction and strength that Mimir couldn't stop the warm feeling coming from his chest (even though he didn't have one). This was the king he chose to follow all those years ago. Not the warmonger that wanted to conquer everything he saw but the one who will fight and die for anyone of his men. This was that king.
'Now if only I could fix that perverted streak…' Mimir thought wistfully and Freyr crossed his arms, nodding in approval at Odin's attitude. Frigg sighed.
"I was just going to say that I had Hlin temper Gungnir last week so you didn't need to bother. Nevermind." Odin blinked at this then blushed and apologized to his wife, getting a laugh from the others in the room.
"My Lord, there's something else." Brynhildr couldn't enjoy the moment however and spoke. "Zeth's General, the tomb they're raiding…it's the grave of Gorm the Old." The eyes of everyone in the room widened a little.
"…It's still there isn't it?" Odin frowned when Brynhildr nodded. "Then they must have taken it by now."
"I told you we should have moved it." Freyr commented.
"We all agreed to respect her wishes and the ones who created it. Besides, there are still the others to worry about." Odin reasoned and Freyr reluctantly agreed. "More importantly, how did they know it was there?"
"I have a guess." Mimir spoke up and everyone turned to the severed head. "Does no one find it odd that we haven't seen Loki since Zeth declared war against Olympus a couple months ago?"
"Do you think-"
"Yes I do, and Brynhildr you should watch yourself when in Denmark. These are dangerous times." Brynhildr nodded before bowing and leaving the throne room. She walked out the Hall of Valhalla and made for a tall tower in the middle of Asgard. The tower was larger than the majority of others around it and its countless magical runes littering its walls. Making her way past two guards that saluted her, Brynhildr stared at the large pair of spiral steps going up before shaking her head and choosing to fly up. She reached the top in under a minute and softly landed on the top of the tower.
"Hey Brynhildr!" The Chief Valkyrie looked over and saw her team was already here. Three women could be seen waiting on the side. One short woman with blond hair and battle armor was currently waving her over. Brynhildr walked over.
"Have you been briefed?"
"Yes, Lord Mimir already messaged us the details on your way here." Another woman in battle armor with long brown hair and green eyes said.
"Good." Brynhildr waved her hand and a second later she was also in Valkyrie battle armor with a large axe on her back. After making sure they got everything, the team made for the middle of the room. A gate was standing there and next to it sat a short man. He had short orange hair, brown eyes and a rugged beard. He had a steel helmet on and a horn hanging on his waist. The man nodded to the approaching women.
"Hello, Brynhildr." The mentioned Valkyrie bowed.
"Lord Heimdall, we need to-"
"I know where you need to go, Mimir already messaged me." Heimdall stood up and walked to the gate.
"Damn that head is meticulous." Brynhildr shook her head and the other Valkyries chuckled. Heimdall touched the gate and it started to shine, lights of every color filling the Nordic engravings. After a second, the entire gate was shining and a rainbow portal appeared.
"Best of luck." Brynhildr thanked the Guardian God for his words and entered the portal with her team.
Catacombs, Back to Pierce
"Okay, who's bright idea was it to bury these guys with their weapons!?" I asked as I blocked an axe from a Draugr. Pushing it back, I sliced its head off and the white light faded from its eye sockets. Not paying it any mind, I cut the arms of two Draugrs that tried to flank me and skewered the head of another. Grabbing one of the armless Draugr by the leg, I threw it at another group and Maven burned them to a crisp.
"Norse warriors believed that burying their fallen with their weapons would-"
"I was being rhetorical!" I yelled in annoyance as I kicked a Draugr into the wall, leaving a deep crater, and Chi Burst away from the wide swing of a large claymore. Pelting that Draugr with Holy Arrows, it turned to ash and I got to work nailing every undead in sight.
"Well I can never tell!" Maven huffed as she casted a lightning spell that pierced through a Draugr and traveled to a couple more. She flew up when the Draugr started to swarm her and rained down fire spears.
"Do you really think I would ask a question in the middle of a-"
"Can you guys leave your lovers spat for later!? And you were just about to!" Melissa yelled at us and rushed at the nearest group of Draugr. Four pairs of shadow arms popped out of her back and daggers appeared in their hands (the daggers I conveniently got for her in the Underworld). Dodging under the swing of Draugr, she sliced off its legs and parried multiple blades. The Shadow Yokai created multiple tendrils to restrict their movements and cut all their heads off. Falling into her shadow, she appeared within another group and sliced them to pieces within seconds. Turning on Touki, I rushed at Melissa and kicked away a Draugr that sneaked up behind her. She looked up to me.
"I had that."
"Uh huh, sure you di-" I stopped and tried to turn around to handle another Draugr. I didn't have to however because Melissa's dagger flew by dangerously close to my face and pierced through the Draugr's head. I watched the Draugr fall to the ground with a heavy thud and looked back to my girlfriend with a deadpan.
"I had that."
"Sure you did." She gave a Cheshire smile and sent a shadow tendril to the dagger stuck in the Draugr's head, pulling it out. I rolled my eyes good naturedly. Seeing another group of Draugrs with shields charging at us, I slammed down on the ground and cracked it. The floor in front of us collapsed and they fell down into the abyss below. That barely did much however because more Draugrs started to enter in waves from the upper levels. Maven, Melissa and I stayed to fight the Draugrs while everyone else went further. Rubbing my space ring, I took out my Light Sword and it shone in the dark catacombs.
"Gryttr Ham. Auka Atrið. Afar Harðr." I activated my magic and charged forward to meet the new Draugr group, dodging a slash from the leading undead. Piercing my sword through its torso, I cut it in half and cut off three heads in a row. Tilting my head back to dodge an axe swing, I cut the offending Draugr to pieces and kicked a hole in the torso of another. Squeezing the handles of my swords lightly, my arms became blurs as I swung rapidly and left a trail of Draugr bodies wherever I went. Melissa wasn't falling far behind as she also activated Touki and every swing of her daggers made a Draugr head hit the floor (the explosions from Maven's spells said enough). Cutting off the heads of multiple Draugr at once, I watched as they became ash and saw a lone Draugr rush at me. Finding this mildly amusing (did it not see me cut down dozens of its brethren with ease?), I moved to deal with it. I found it much less amusing when it grew 5 feet in height spontaneously. "What the fu-" I crossed my arms as the enlarged fist hit me and sent me flying against the wall, leaving a sizable crater. Spitting out the dust in my mouth, I flipped out the way when another fist came my way. "They can do that?!"
"That's a Bóndi Draugr! Careful, they can also shapeshift!" Maven warned as she made a magic circle and a fire serpent came out. It lunged at the Bóndi and circled around it, biting into its neck. The serpent's fire body burned the places it touched, but the undead didn't care and roared. The roar was abnormally loud and forced us to cover our ears, the walls cracking from the sound. It turned into a massive, decomposed bear and bit the serpent, ripping into pieces. After a meal of snake fire, it glared at us and growled.
"Oh, you want to go there?" I smiled at the challenge and called upon a large amount of Chi. It escaped my body in waves, making my body rise as a Chi Construct was being made under me. The life energy quickly coiled together and formed into the vague shape of a bear. A second passed and the bear became more realistic. Thick fur, sharp teeth, and glaring eyes were soon formed, making the construct complete. I smiled silly as the bear roared, matching the Bóndi Draugr's roar from earlier and it hunched, ready to charge. "Tyrant's Reign." I softly said and the bear shaped Draugr charged forward, my Chi Animal doing the same.
A shockwave rang out as the two behemoths clashed, the ground cracking under their weight. They swiped at each other constantly, leaving deep scratch marks on each other. My Chi Animal bit the shoulder of the Draugr and it tried to pry it off. Not letting go, I jumped on the Bóndi's back and sank my Light Sword into its back. The flesh around the sword turned to ash and the Bóndi tried shaking me off but it had a hard time moving with my Tyrant holding onto it. The Draugr tried to bite me but Melissa's shadow tendril wrapped around its head and stopped it. Seeing my chance, I swung down on the undead's exposed neck and lopped it clean off. I jumped the ground as the body became ash and my Chi Animal roared in victory before dissolving.
"…Was that really necessary?" Melissa deadpanned.
"What do you mean? When two large monsters fight, it's customary for the winner to roar to signify their victory." I said matter of fact.
"Says who?"
"Lots of people! You'll understand someday." And that will be an interesting day. She quirked a brow at that before shrugging and helping Maven fight a group of Draugrs. The ancient catacomb was now littered with craters and smoking corpses, the majority of Draugrs now dead. 'Well…dead-er.' Seeing the remaining stragglers, I created multiple Chi Swords and wiped them out. Once that was done, we ran down the stairs to catch up with the others and made it just in time…to hear a loud bang and see Vargas flying towards us. I caught the spirit inheritor and set him down.
"What did we miss?"
"Them." Vargas said as he rubbed the back of his head and we looked forward. The rest of the team was currently fighting against 4 new opponents. Two were pointy eared women with tribal marking over their body and two weird looking Draugr. They weren't shriveled like the other Draugrs and seemed to be regular people with coal like skin. They were both tall men with full white beards, fancy robes and red lights in their eyes. Aindrea was currently fighting the two as Adrian and Samantha dealt with the women. The Emissary was clashing against the axes of one the elves and the Healer put up barriers that the other woman was trying to break through. Not wasting time, I rushed forward when Aindrea was pushed back and slashed at the odd Draugrs.
"Wait Pierce, don-" The Demigod's warning came too late because my blade clashed against the Draugr's glowing sword. I could immediately feel an immense force hitting my sword and a shockwave rang out, the result being me flung against the walls. I bit my tongue from the impact and got out the way when a pillar of ice was thrown at me. Vargas and Melissa rushed at the Draugr that sent the ice attack while I fought the other one with Aindrea (Maven went to go help Adrian and Samantha).
"Spartiatikí Poreía!" Multiple illusionary Spartan spears flew at the Draugr but it just struck them with its sword and they shattered. Chi Bursting forward, I learned my lesson and ducked under the Draugrs slash, cutting its torso with my Light Sword. The flesh cut sizzled but it didn't react and slashed at me again, forcing me to dodge. Aindrea shot forward with his spear and the Draugr dodged the thrust, grabbing the Demigod's weapon. It swung Aindrea hard on the ground and I kicked its face, making it let go. It slashed at me multiple times and I dodged them all, slashing at its arms whenever I could. The Draugr's sword glowed in a green color and a meter long blade of light rose from it, very much like my Sword Fury.
"Pedites Defensionis!" Aindrea got in front and a large illusionary shield appeared, taking the full brunt of the attack. The attack bent the shield with the shock wave pushing the walls around us and leaving countless cracks, showcasing its strength. Aindrea gritted his teeth and started to sweat heavily, trying his best to hold the shield together. The Demigod won out because the light dimmed and the Draugr seemed to visibly sag, the magic energy within it decreasing fast. I Chi Burst next to the Draugr and used the chance when it had difficulty raising its arm to cut it off.
The glowing sword fell to the ground and I kicked the Draugr in the face, sending it flying into the wall. I picked up the sword so the Draugr couldn't get it back and seeing it up close, it really was odd looking. It was a long double-edged sword colored in all black with a bat winged like cross guard and diamond shaped holes in the middle. 'Now that I think about it, this looks kind of famili-'
'…free…me…' A disembodied voice rang out and my eyes widened, looking down at the sword in shock.
'D-Did it just-'
"Pierce!" I looked up at Aindrea's voice and saw how the Draugr crawled out of the wall, lunging at me. Aindrea smacked it with his spear and it flew back, falling to the ground. Summoning Jade, I had her freeze the Draugr solid but it shockingly broke out of the ice prison with ease. "Terebro!" A magic circle appeared on Aindrea's spear and a golden light encased it, shaping into a drill. He lunged forward and pierced through the undead's chest, the spear popping out the back. The spear spinned and ripped the body to pieces, the remains falling to the ground. Aindrea shook his spear, getting rid of any more zombie dust and looked at me in question. "What was that? Why did you freeze up?" I looked back down at the sword.
"The sword…spoke to me?"
"…"
"…"
"…What?" We quickly jumped back when an ice pillar came our way, effectively ending that conversation. Melissa and Vargas were in a heated battle against the other Draugr; they seemed to be having a harder time then we did. Taking out my crossbow, I started to shoot the Draugr with Holy Arrows but it just froze them in midair. It dodged Melissa's attack from behind and tried to cut her head off but Vargas blocked that attack. Pushing the spirit inheritor back, it grabbed my wrist when I tried to pierce it and threw me at Vargas. It pointed its sword and tried to freeze us but Jade met the ice attack with her own, negating it. It parried all of Aindrea's thrusts and slowly froze his spear, the frost covering his hand. The Draugr ducked under Vargas slashed and blocked my sword before being kicked away by Melissa. It slammed into the wall and Melissa summoned her shadow hounds, making them charging at the undead.
Vargas followed suit and summoned his yellow Templars, having them encircle the Draugr. The fight quickly became a battle of stamina as we alternated between attacking the Draugr and trying to whittle its strength down. Whoever this guy was in life, he was a tough son of a bitch. It perfectly countered every attack we sent at it but it could never finish the job because another member intervened. After dodging Melissa's daggers and blocking Aindreas, I gave it a deep slash on it's side with my Light Sword. It stumbled backwards from the searing wound, giving a shadow hound the chance to bite its arm and hold it down. This left enough time for the other hounds to bite the rest of its limbs. Seeing it was near its end, I activated Sword Fury and charged forward, Aindera doing the same with his illusionary spears.
"Svalr Hregg!" The Draugr yelled in a demonic voice and the sword in his hand glowed, shining brightly. A light blue waved expanded from the Draugr, freezing the shadow hounds and templars around it to solid ice. I gritted my teeth as we were pushed back by the wave and felt the biting frost invade through my Touki, thankfully Jade stopped the frost from invading further. A magic circle suddenly appeared over our heads and snow started pouring out, turning the dark catacomb into the middle of a blizzard. I crossed my arms as the blizzard raged around us and it seemed to increase in intensity as time passed. Jade quickly created a wide ice dome to protect us and we had a moment to breathe. I walked over to check on Melissa since she rushed the Draugr when we were pushed back and saw how her body was almost frozen over from the spell.
"T-Thanks." Melissa shivered as I gave her Jade and the Familiar dissolved the ice on her; I even gave her some of my Chi to help.
"Anytime." I smiled and rubbed her shoulders.
"…What about us?" Vargas asked as he tried to pry off a piece of ice that was stuck on his arm and Aindrea's leg was frozen.
"Aren't you big, strong guys? You'll be fine."
"…Dick." I chuckled at Vargas' comment and walked over to give them some of my Chi, Jade helping with their frostbite. Seeing everyone was fine, I kicked open the ice dome and saw the state of the catacomb. The wall and grounds were frozen over, with the Draugr itself struggling to keep balance (didn't think that one through, did you?). I walked forward while it was distracted to end this but I didn't get the chance because the roof to the room exploded and sent dust everywhere.
'Oh what now?' I internally groaned and channeled Chi into my eyes to see the new arrivals through the smoke. From their auras, I could tell they were both women and I was mildly shocked to find they both sensed a bit like Aindrea.
"A Pjága? Here? How did we not know about this?" A woman's surprised voice rang out and the dust cleared, showing both women. One was tall with light blue hair, a voluptuous figure and blue eyes that were furrowed. The other had long brown hair with a lithe frame and green eyes. They were both quite pretty and had old looking battle armor.
"They probably put more work into hiding this Pjága than the regular Draugrs." The brown haired answered the other women's question.
"Hm." The blue haired women nodded in agreement before taking her eyes from the undead and stared in our direction. No one moved as we locked eyes and I slightly raised my hand to wave.
"Hey, how's it going?" She quirked a brow at that before taking out her claymore and pointing it at us. "Damn okay, it was just a question! You don't need to answer!" I raised my hands in mock surrender.
"…Why is a Demigod from Olympus here?" The woman asked with a hard face and I heard Aindrea's annoyed voice.
"That's none of your business Valkyrie." The two women frowned at his tone and their magic power rose.
"Whoa, whoa, let's hold on a minute!" I stepped forward to defuse the situation and it seemed to work as the Valkyrie's auras decreased. I looked back to Aindrea and whispered. "Hey Guide to the Emissary, I don't know if you noticed but this is Norse territory so we're technically trespassing! Do your job!" As much as I didn't care for rules, we were making a mess of a Norse catacomb (even if it wasn't our fault) and with how anal they are about respecting the dead, I'd rather not get on their bad side. Besides, we have enough problems on our plate, let's not add pissed off Valkyries to the list. Aindrea seemed defiant but I gave him a pointed look and he huffed for a second before sighing. He looked up to the Valkyries and slightly bowed.
"We're chasing after a General of the Monster God Zeth known as Talien. We tracked him to these catacombs and we believe he resurrected the bodies to slow us down. I'm afraid we had no choice but to fight back and that caused the catacombs to become like this. We're…sorry." Now just take out the pile of sand in your mouth and that "sorry" may sound half genuine. The Valkyries noticed that and narrowed their eyes.
"Don't mind that, he's naturally like this. He'd much rather fight a battle crazy titan with a toothpick then be genuinely sorry. I'd take it and run." I said with a shrug and smiled when the Valkyries smirked. "Oh don't look at me like that; if you don't want to be called an asshole then don't act like one." I hypocritically said and Aindrea looked away while crossing his arms.
"So Zeth's General is the cause…" The blue haired Valkyrie said in realization and fell into thought. While she did that, the undead we were fighting got his footing and sent an ice spear at the Valkyrie. She didn't even turn her head as she waved her hand and a magic circle protected her from the ice attack. Chains flew out of the circle and wrapped around the Thrall, immobilizing the undead. It fell to the ground and struggled, trying to break free but it had no success. I had only one thing to say.
"…We tired him out for you." The two Valkyries snorted at that, though I didn't feel any maliciousness behind it, and floated down to the ground. "Pierce."
"Gunhild." The brown haired Valkyrie said.
"Brynhildr." The blue haired Valkyries sheathed her claymore and Aindrea spoke up again.
"Brynhildr? You're the newest Chief of the Valkyries? Humph, not very impressive." The Demigod smugly said and that got angry looks from the two Valkyries. Thankfully, before the situation escalated, an explosion was heard in the distance. The catacombs rocked and bright lights flashed further in, right where the others were fighting.
"Let's go!" I said while running to the chained up Pjága and cutting off its head, turning it to ash. I didn't forget to take its weird sword and store it in my space ring before running to help the others (I didn't hear a weird voice this time). The explosions got louder and consistent as we reached the last level of the catacombs. We came to see Adrian, Samantha, and Maven fighting the two pointy eared women from earlier with the addition of a familiar looking grey skinned man. Samantha and Maven were fighting the women while Adrian sent concentrated bursts of sunlight at the Elf King.
"Leucaspidem sanctus est sanguis!" Vargas charged forward and a white shield with a red cross appeared in his hand. He used it to slam into Talien as he dodged another bolt of sunlight from Adrian and sent him flying back. Talien back flipped in the air and landed without injury, only to dodge another bolt of sunlight. With the assistance of Vargas, both men rushed at Talien but he dodged all their attacks easily enough. Waving his hand, he blocked both men's swords with magic circles and sent them flying against the wall.
"Folk Galti." Brynhildr chanted and a large magic circle appeared in the room, a huge ethereal boar coming out of it. The boar charged at Talien, the concrete under its feet shattering for every step it took. The Elf king wasn't fazed and lightly waved his hand, a gust of wind lifting the creature. It was sent flying back and Gunhild charged with a mace in hand but Talien blocked the mace with his bare hand. The Valkyrie blasted him in the face with a fire spell but the smoke cleared to show Talien's amused face and a protection spell over it.
He found it less amusing when I Chi Burst next to him and swung a full force Sword Fury into his side.
"Hrnn!" The Elf King grunted as he brought up another magic circle but it shattered under my attack and a shockwave rang out, his feet digging into the ground as he flew back. Talien came to a stop a second later and looked at the arm he used to block. It had a nasty looking bruise and was bleeding. He glared at me.
"…Oh fuck you, I should be pissed." My strongest attack left a flesh wound on the General and he had the audacity to be mad (granted, while a large portion of strength was lost breaking through his magic circle that was still kind of pathetic).
"Mâncători De Moarte!" Talien waved his hand and countless spector like arms shot out of his magic circle. Everything they touched rotted and everyone hurriedly dodged the appendages. I cut at every death arm that came at me and noticed how many of them seemed to flow to the top of the room. Adrian's body glowed brightly, just like that time in Hakon, and he rushed forward. Every arm touched by the light was purged and they were all quickly dealt with after a run around by the Emissary. Brynhildr flew at Talien with her claymore and they started sword fighting, the Chief Valkyrie slowly losing ground. That changed when Aindrea thrusted at the Elf King's head and I tried to cut his leg, both attacks being dodged.
Talien was besieged by all the combatants and held his own well but that didn't last long. After ducking under Brynhildr's claymore and Vargas' Holy Sword, Melissa shredded his back. Talien retaliated by sending a magic spell at the Yokai but she sank into her shadow to escape. That left him open to another one of my Sword Fury's with much clearer results, his unprotected arm bleeding heavily. He gritted his teeth and roared, a magic barrier protecting him.
"Torri Rhwystr Hud!" Gunhild chanted and the barrier dissolved, showing Talien's smiling face.
"Sgrin Mwg." Black smoke flowed out from Talien's hands and spread from all over the room, filling it. I cursed as the smoke engulfed the others and poured as much Chi as I could into my Touki, waiting for the effects to kick in. Yet after a couple seconds passed, nothing happened besides my regular senses being hampered. I barely heard Brynhildr chant "Liquet!" and the black smoke cleared, the room once again being in full view. I looked around and everyone seemed to be okay.
All except for one Elf King, who was currently not here. I didn't get the chance to curse because I heard crumbling above me and looked up. The roof was fully rotted with pieces coming down and large cracks appearing everywhere.
A second later the catacombs fell on top of us.
Outside the Catacombs
The entrance to Gorm the Old's secret tomb shook violently, the stairs crumbling and the resting stones tilting over into the newly formed pit. A portal appeared next to it and Talien hopped out of it, his two elf followers along with him. The Elf King grimaced at the minor wounds the group gave him and cast a healing spell to stop the bleeding.
"Arghh! Annoying little mage shit!" One of the Elves cursed out loud as she cast a spell over her burnt leg, courtesy of the said mage. "I was having fun against that Emissary, she just had to come along and ruin it!"
"What do we do now my Lord?" The other Elf chose to ignore her companion's complaining and spoke to Talien. "Should we have some Draugr dig up their remains or..."
"They're not dead." Talien wasn't stupid enough to believe that a simple cave in was enough to kill the Emissary party, let alone the Chief Valkyrie. "But it will slow them down." Talien waved his hand and 3 small lights appeared above it, though that just made the Elf King frown.
"What is it?" The Elf asked.
"They took out my Pjága. I noticed when the link was cut but for both of them to be dealt with so soon..." Talien didn't want to think about what that meant. Zeth went through a lot of trouble to find the graves to those Pjága, not to mention their weapons. "Has your elder accomplished what I've asked of him?"
"The clan has breached the tribe with your undead but our elder is not quite done yet." Talien frowned at this.
"What is taking him so long?"
"The elder said there was a powerful barrier protecting what you asked for, he just recently had the chance to work on it." The light Elf explained and Talien fell into thought. His eyes periodically went to the rubble where the Emissary and his party along with the Valkyries were trapped.
'...Should I call him in?' Talien was very hesitant on that option. The Elf King knew that the party chasing after him were dangerous and that he should follow Zeth's plan for his own safety but he also knew that the Monster God would be less than pleased with his current results. "...We're leaving." Talien said with finality and waved his hand, allowing all three of them to float in the air. Telling his two followers that they would go help with the siege, they took to the sky and flew in one direction.
The thought of earning the Monster God's disappointment (and anger) along with his own arrogance stopped the Elf King from calling for help. While the loss of his two hard to get Pjága was annoying, Talien did not dwell on it. Once the Elf King was done, then any losses he suffered would be trivial.
After all, having near limitless wealth was almost as comforting as having that man as a Pjága. Talien gave a wide smile at the thought of his completing his goal and flew faster towards the horizon.
Deep in the Catacombs, Back to Pierce
'...I'm really glad I'm not claustrophobic.' I thought as the rubble was held up by 2 large magic circles. Brynhildr and Maven were both holding their hands up , keeping the catacombs from squashing us all. 'Wait, would I really die if this much rock fell on me?' Considering the hits I've tanked before, I should in theory be able to survive a cave in (not that I was going to test that, I was just curious).
"I had a dream like this once." Samantha spoke up and we all looked at the healer. "They weren't here though." She pointed at the two Valkyries.
"...How did it end?" Of course that's the first thing I asked.
"Well, time passed by really fast but by the end of it we were all skinny and Aindrea was missing."
"Did we eat him?"
"Maybe, there wasn't any blood so I don't think so." Samantha shook her head before tilting it. "Then we were dug up by huge Giants and they brought us back to their village to eat but the portions were too big for us. Vargas threw up...that's it."
"Huh, what an odd dream." I said with a thoughtful expression. "...What were they servin-"
"Pierce." Everyone deadpanned.
"Hey, we're buried under tons of rubble and this used to be a tomb. Let me have my fun!" I huffed and everyone shook their heads. Maven and Brynhildr worked together to lift the rubble, stabilizing the chamber we were in. We all sat down to catch our breaths and Samantha tended to any wounds we had but we were relatively alright. Adrian tried to contact the Homer team (that's what I'm going to call them) and Maven tried to cast the Fairy spell from earlier. Except the moment the wisp formed it blackened and fell apart, the spell doing nothing. "What does that mean?"
"It means Talien knows how we tracked him the first time." Maven sighed in irritation. "He's put up a spell to block the tracking. The same thing won't work a second time." We all groaned at that.
"I guess we have to do it the old fashion way." I leaned back and saw how the two Valkyries were facing the wall. Brynhildr placed her hand on the wall and felt around, trying to find something. She stopped at a random point. "What are you guys-"
"Holr líða." A magic circle appeared on her hand and it carved into the stone, clearing out a path inwards. The two Valkyries walked into the new path and quickly went out of sight. We all sat there watching their exit.
"...Who were they?" Maven asked and I gave her a weird look.
"You're just asking now?" The mage blushed.
"Oh shut up! I was busy and I don't want to hear that from you!" Fair enough. I stood up as Melissa explained to the curious members who Brynhildr and Gunhild were. I took the chance to follow after the two Valkyries and made it to a large room with two coffins in the middle. Brynhildr was standing over an open coffin and she was frowning.
"Can I help you?" I turned to look at Gunhild leaning by the wall and I shrugged.
"Nah, I was just curious on what you guys were doing."
"Curiosity kills." Gunhild snorted
"And satisfaction brought it back."
"...What?"
"Oh, is that not a saying yet? I wonder who made it then." I fell into thought while Gunhild gave me a weird look. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. So what are you guys doing?"
"That is none of your business." Brynhildr spoke as she walked back and nodded at Gunhild. "We're leaving." She walked past us and into the tunnel, Gunhild following after.
"Are guys going after Talien?" I asked and Brynhildr stopped, looking back at me. I locked eyes with her and she stared back. "...You're not going to point your claymore at me again, are you?" I asked after a minute of silence. The Chief Valkyrie snorted.
"Not unless you give me a reason." She paused for a second before nodding. "Yes, we are going after Talien. He needs to pay for disrespecting our Einherjar's resting place."
"Great! Then it's settled!"
"...What's settled?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
"Why one of the greatest cliche around and that's up there with the Hero Party, the Team Up!" I smiled widely and Brynhildr made a confused face.
"A team what?"
"A Team Up! You know, two teams are going after the same bad guy and seeing they're a little outmatched, join forces to save the day! Granted, one team gets their asses handed to them a couple times until they realize that's what they need to do but you guys look smarter than that. That's what happened last time anyway." They both looked curious at that. "So what do you say?"
"...I think you should use the claymore." Gunhild said from the side and Brynhildr smirked (I did too a little). The Chief Valkyrie looked me up and down before speaking.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"That's a good question." I tilted my head at the question. "Let me ask you this, do I look untrustworthy?" Brynhildr rose a brow at that.
"...I think you're a weirdo." I nodded my head in agreement. "But...no, no I don't think you're untrustworthy."
"Great, now let's-"
"But I will warn you now, betray us or hinder us in any way and the Norse pantheon will get even." She said this with a hard face and I blinked.
"Okay, not to destroy this alliance before it starts but weren't we fighting side by side like ten minutes. Isn't it kind of too late to ask that?" It was Brynhildr's turn to blink. She lowered her head in thought and opened her mouth a couple of times to say something but stopped before doing it.
"...Let's go." The Chief Valkyrie said that and walked away, much faster than before. Gunhild didn't react until a second later and followed after her leader.
"...Wait, is that a yes to the Team Up? Hey!" And so I chased after the retreating Valkyries.
They walked away faster.
Outside the Catacombs
I stepped out of the portal Maven created, finding myself outside the destroyed tomb with everyone else. I took in a deep breath of glorious fresh air.
"Ah, that's the stuff. You don't appreciate clean air until you're dozens of feet underground with rotting, man eating zombies trying to kill you." I said and Melissa smirked.
"So being inside a Basilisk's acidic stomach doesn't make you appreciate this?"
"Eh, I held my breath before jumping in." I said nonchalantly and Gunhild gaped.
"Y-You willingly jumped into a Basilisk's stomach!? Why!?"
"It was all I had." I ignored the Valkyries' bewildered look and turned to Adrian. "So what now? How do we find Talien now?" The Emissary fell into deep thought before speaking.
"Talien came here for something. It could have been for the dead bodies but he also came for the elf tribe in the area."
"So you think he went to another mass grave or elf tribe?" Vargas asked and Adrian nodded.
"Most likely." Adrian turned to Brynhildr. "Are there any other places in mind that have a elf tribe or catacomb?"
"There's plenty of places in Scandinavia that have catacombs. Many kings and rulers during the Dark Ages were buried with their armies to grant safe passage to the afterlife. That was a fun time for our religions." Brynhildr snorted and crossed her arms. "But the number of elf tribes still left in Midgard are few in number."
"Are there any nearby?"
"There is one, far east in Gotland." Brynhildr pointed in the direction of the location and we all looked at each other.
"So what are we doing?" I asked and Adrian rubbed his chin.
"...Well, we can always split up and-"
"Actually, if I may." Gunhild spoke up and we all looked at her. "From what our sources say, Talien stayed a couple days in this area to convince the local tribe to join him. By his actions, he seems to put importance on gaining allies then Draugrs. He's most likely headed to Gotland for that tribe. Besides, there is not enough of us to check the countless catacombs that litter Scandinavia before Talien escapes." Gunhild finished and we were all impressed with her logic. Zeth does want an army and the Generals main job is to recruit, so it stands to reason that Talien will go after another elf tribe. There was just one problem.
'She's holding something back.' Gunhild didn't lie, she just didn't say that whole truth. My senses told me that some of the things she said were true while in some parts, her aura became a little warped. Especially when she said "he's mostly headed". What does this mean? It means that they believe for sure that Talien's headed to that tribe and why but won't tell us. I subtly locked eyes with Melissa and she nodded, sensing it too. 'So much for trust.'
"I guess we're headed to Gotland then." I said with a shrug and the Valkyries nodded, getting to work on making a portal. Adrian walked closer to Melissa and I.
"What is it?" The Emissary saw our eye contact and asked.
"Nothing, I think. They're holding something back but they don't seem to mean us harm...besides Aindrea anyway. I think we're good." I said and Adrian looked at the Valkyries work.
"Alright but keep an eye out. If anything seems out of place then say so."
"Got it." We ended with that and walked over to the newly formed portal. I leaned over to whisper to Maven. "Is that portal going where it's supposed to go?" She blushed at the close proximity and took a second to collect herself, sensing the portal with her Spiritual Energy. The mage nodded and I walked forward. I stood in front of the portal and was about to step through before stopping. I looked over to Brynhildr.
"I got to ask, these Elves in Gotland, they aren't cannibals or satanic worshipers are they?"
"No they're not." The Chief Valkyrie shook her head.
"Oh goo-"
"They just kill every human that comes into their home uninvited and use their souls to make magical totems."
"..."
"..."
"...Whoever made elf cliches deserves a swift kick to the nuts." I ignored their confused faces and stepped into the portal.
Gotland, Pinophyta
I was now standing in a large, dense forest. I was on a mountain side and could see a large expanse of nothing but trees. I activated Chi Vision but all that was shown in my 10 kilometer range was the aura of trees. I couldn't help the smile that made its way on my face.
"Why are you smiling?" Brynhildr asked as she came through the portal and saw the look on my face.
"Oh nothing it's just...I'm back in a forest."
"...Okay?" I chuckled the odd look she gave me and waited for everyone else to come through. Brynhildr said that the entrance to the Elf tribe was close by and we followed after the Chief Valkyrie. We trailed up to the top of the mountain and came to a flat area. In the middle of the area sat a large tree. On the tree was a large Nordic symbol and Brynhildr walked up to it. She waved her hand and a magic circle appeared in front of it, rotating. The symbol shone and the tree shook, the magic circle rotating faster. "Hníga!"
The tree split right down the middle from Brynhildr's shout, a clear view of another space in the opening. We entered at Brynhildr's "go!" and she followed quickly after, the tree closing behind us. We were in another forest but it was very different from the first one. Countless trees of different colors and species with supernatural animals (probably drawn in by the noise) walked about. Many statues were standing around the tree entrance and Rune Stones littered the grounds.
"...Somethings wrong." Brynhildr frowned at the beautiful scene and looked around. "There should be guards watching the gate." We all looked around but couldn't find any guards or elves. "...Let's go." Brynhildr rose in the air and took off in one direction, we all followed along (Melissa made wings out of shadows and Maven put the flying spell on Vargas). We soared over the otherworldly forest for a couple of minutes and after passing a large mountain, came to our destination. A city with tall walls surrounding it came into view. The majority of the buildings within were a mix of brick and wood, colorful trees planted on every corner. At the center sat a large circular structure that had a massive tree growing in the center. It would have honestly been a beautiful sight...if it wasn't for the houses on fire and Draugrs chasing the elf residents everywhere.
"Look out!" Gunhild shouted and we weaved out of the way of a huge boulder. I looked down and saw that multiple massive Bondi Draugr's spotted us, choosing to chuck large boulders at us. We continued dodging the projectiles and Adrian spoke.
"Spread out, deal with these Draugrs and if you find Talien don't engage. Call us to help. Understood?!" He got a round of acknowledgements and flew to a nearby area with lots of Draugr. Everyone split up to handle an area and I stared down at the Bondi Draugr's. They are currently picking up more boulders to throw and I flew down towards them. I dodged another volley of boulders and took out my Light Sword, piercing deep into the skull of a Bondi. The massive head turned to ash and fell to the ground. I fell back when another Bondi tried to step on me and I sliced clean through it's ankle, forcing it to kneel. I Chi Burst on its back when it tried to grab me and cut its head off. I flew up, dodging another boulder and noticed how two Bondi's were working together to lift a house.
"Gryttr Ham." They threw the house at me and I slammed right into it, ripping through the house in midair. I created two large Chi Swords and pierced the chest of both Bondi's, making them fall on their backs. I sliced off both their heads when they were down and took a breather as they turned to ash. I used my Spiritual Energy to sense any other undead in the area and quickly found another coming in fast. Very fast. I quickly turned in the direction of the approaching undead and saw this blackened, beefy hand going for my face. I ducked under the fist and tried to pierce it's stomach but it grabbed my hand in time. I grunted as it tried to crush my hand and kicked it in the face, making it stumble back. My eyes widened as I got a good look at my opponent. "...What in the holy Hell."
The Draugr in front of me was similar in appearance to the odd Draugrs in the catacombs with the weird swords but the similarity ended there. The Draugr was easily 3 meters in height with an extremely muscular physique. It's neck, arms, and legs were as thick as my waist and it's fist were as large as my face. 'Okay who invited Vasco's ancestor. It's no one's business to have that much muscle.' It was kind of gross actually. The muscular undead roared and charged at me, forcing my attention back to it. I tried to slash its arms off whenever it threw a punch but it always brought it back before I could. It also knew how to do feints and nearly got me on the side, but I narrowly blocked it. The fight continued like this and just as I was about to use another strengthening spell to beat the Draugr, Gunhild's voice rang out.
"Fjǫtra." Chains wrapped around the Draugr and picked him up, slammed him into a house on the side. Gunhild floated down next to me. "You need some help?"
"...I like how you ask after attacking." I deadpanned and Gunhild smirked, looking over to the odd Draugr as it stood up. The chains creaked and cracked when it tried spreading its arms. "That won't hold on for long."
"I'd expect no less from Styrbjörn the Strong. To think Talien made him a Pjága without us knowing is quite something." I looked at her in confusion.
"I remember Brynhildr calling that odd Draugr back in the catacombs a...Pgaqa? Is that what these are called?"
"Pjága." Gunhild corrected. "And yes, they are different from regular Draugr. While you can bring back regular soldiers from the grave into Draugrs, humans with special powers or abilities are a bit more difficult. You need a forbidden magic spell to bring them back as Pjága and you can only bring back a limited number of them. Pjága's come back with not only their abilities but their battle instincts and experience, unlike regular mindless Draugrs." Gunhild gave a bloodthirsty smile as Styrbjörn destroyed the chains and took out her sword. "This will be an interesting fight."
"...Are you sure you're not related to Aindrea?" She didn't answer as she charged at Styrbjörn and they clashed, a shockwave being created. "...And they wonder why none of them could get boyfriends." Remembering a certain Valkyrie with drinking problems and mood swings, I shook my head at the weird quirks of the Half-Gods.
Then I charged at Styrbjörn and joined the fight.
And done. What's worse than undead warriors? Undead super warriors attacking an Elf city. Yeah, Pierce has his work cut out for him (but what else is new). I hope you enjoyed!
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