Duskfire Glacier When gods forgive

Så… De undrer sig over, hvorfor Nova Peak skræmmer dig så meget—dig, en kriger! she sneered, weaving sinuously between his powerful legs, her gaze roaming over him, tracing each scar, each testament to past battles. Men jeg tror, det er den Hvide Dame, der hjemsøger dig.

She circled him, drifting first to his right, then to his left, amused, though he stood like an unmoving colossus of ice.

De har givet dig utallige chancer for at hugge dit navn i legenderne, for at indskrive dine bedrifter dybt i Nordens hjerte… she declared, unblinking. Og alligevel bliver du her, tronende på din gletsjer.

Her tail sliced through the air with a sharp yet subdued snap, and this time, her lips curled with a flicker of irritation.

Vore guder har formet deres mænd til erobrere, til frygtløse krigere, til væsener velsignet med krigens gave… Og alligevel, du, iskolossen, og bjørnemanden på den anden side… She flicked her nose toward the neighboring peak, Nova Peak. I gemmer jer i jeres frosne rige. I bliver fede!