"Freya is looking at me with her arms folded, she's not worried about her brother at all... how is that possible?! Victory is now in my hands and I could inflict the coup de grace on him... why don't you react and save your brother?" Dag thought as he ran, looking at the Goddess out of the corner of his eye, without slowing his advance.
Freyr's sword suddenly turned on him, who was not ready to receive an attack and was in an offensive position, failed to parry a hilt strike.
After being hit in the chest, Dag rolled to the ground for several meters, sticking the blade of his axe into the terrain to prevent his body from moving too far away from his target, knowing that the length of his dark arms was not infinite.
Freyr's divine weapon became as small as a dagger and having turned in the air, flew towards Dag, leaving behind only a thin trail.
