Thorvald’s Wyrd 056
The words stole strength from Thorvald’s limbs. He relaxed onto the ice as saliva-coated teeth began a slow descent for his throat. Laughter still echoed in his ears. There was no further need to fight. He’d lost. He’d failed. The worlds would remain forever in darkness.
Resist, my son.
Odin’s voice whispered inside his head, thawing his mind and pulling him back to full awareness. Some tone of hopelessness in the cold words had stripped away his will. He’d come to Jotunheim to face a great evil, a sorcerer who’d stolen the sun, and in death or life, he would fight.