At that precise moment, the rocks that stood beneath Dag suddenly rose, forming a regular block of stone, which forced the young warrior to sit on it, keeping his limbs anchored to the ground.
After creating that stone throne complete with a backrest where to place his back, the white man slowly began to walk towards him, with a casual air.
"Fuck it! It hurts! He created such a complex structure only with a banal movement of his fingers... his power is incredibly versatile, capable of destroying and creating... I have no hope..." Dag continued to think, who whenever he wanted to take courage to face the enemy, returned to his footsteps, knowing that any reckless gesture would probably lead him to death.
In those moments, he thought of Freydis and his sister Gridd, Reidar and Karl, his mother Asa, and his late father Stein.
