472 CDLXXII. The Ruler Clan (1/2)

”Look what's next to it. Do you see this kind of cave?”

”Yes, it's a few miles from your outpost in the far southwest. What is it?”

”It's one of the many bases of the Claws Of Fenrir, here's the reason why our camp is right there… so that we can attack them incessantly in the event of war” Gunnar interrupted, anticipating Kranus's explanation, who looked at him with his piercing eyes, not content with his intervention.

The Master of Arms of the Clan looked down, realizing that he no longer had to interfere in the discourse between his commander and Dag, who as soon as he heard that news, thought of the cave that he and his men had been forced to overcome to reach Fort Hvit.

On the map, in addition to these minor details, there were some points of interest that it was impossible not to notice, namely two large cities to the west and a huge mountain chain that stood right in the center of the island.

”And these cities? Who lives there?” Dag asked, pointing to both of them.

”Dolken, the one in the far north, was the capital of Krypstorm, as well as its largest city. This was when all the Clans of the nation were united under one council, led by the grandfather of your current king, Alfang.”

Dag looked at Kranus, astonished that in addition to knowing King Einar, he was also informed about his genealogy, going back two generations.

”And what is this castle? Forgive me, but I can't read the name, I don't understand your alphabet” Dag asked again, apologizing.

”That's Hoffnarr Castle, the headquarters of Lies Of Loki, the Clan that took over the city after the Great War that made Krypstorm what it is today.”

”The Lies Of Loki...”

After quietly repeating that name, Dag's mind traced him back to that fateful moment, during which his adoptive father, Stein, had been brutally killed by one of the warriors of that cursed Clan, who as his sole goal had to steal Brann's axe.

A moment later, the young Master laid his hands on the table and stepped back, staring into the void and looking more astonished than before.

”Dag! What's going on? Are you ok?!” Freydis asked, who immediately touched his face, trying to figure out if his faltering body was the cause of some physical illness due to the intense cold to which he had been subjected during the last hours.