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Intro. The village was ablaze, screams echoed in the darkness, and the sound of metal finding flesh resounded through the shattered streets. To Askeladd, it was just another plunder, another village reduced to ashes. He walked with the calm of someone who had seen this scenario countless times—until something caught his attention. In the midst of the chaos, a young woman stood firm, blade in hand, eyes sparking defiance. Unlike the others, she did not run away, nor beg. She chose to fight. A discreet smile appeared on Askeladd's lips. Perhaps that night still had something interesting in store for him.

Askeladd

@laura