Thorvald’s wyrd 055
“These creatures are mine. This place is mine. This world and the others shall be mine. Know this as you die: it serves the purpose of the Rising God.”
The words fell from the wolf’s open mouth. For an instant, Thorvald thought the wolf had learned to speak, but its jaws remained still. In the distant light of gods, it wasn’t a large leap of faith to understand someone must speak through it. Who else but the sorcerer? Clenching his teeth, he steadied himself for death.
“Nothing from the chosen hero?” Chilling laughter fell from the frozen jaws. “Then die.”