563 DLXIII. The Resolver (1/2)

Under the astonished gaze of all the warriors of the three Clans, only one man stood beyond that smoke, with one arm raised to the sky and something in his hands.

That man was Dag, the young Master of Okstorm, and what was in his hands was the now unrecognizable head of the Keeper, the general of the enemy forces.

In front of his feet, the almost entirely burned body of the enemy and that of Bloodfang, who had been spared by his fury and laid unconscious in the impact crater, in its human form, and with its upper body slightly damaged.

During the fall, noting that Bloodfang did not react forcefully to the grip, knowing that he had consumed almost all his stamina to free himself from the stone hands that had immobilized him shortly before, Dag had managed to move all the dark matter that enveloped his left arm on the right arm, the hand of which clutched the Keeper's head.

With that gesture, the claws of his right hand had doubled their power and with a quick gesture, he had managed to violently detach the head of the real enemy, simply tearing it away from the bone of his neck.

As the enemies and allies tried to realize that what they had just seen was not a dream, but was part of reality, the young Master threw forward the Keeper's head, which rolled onto the snow-covered floor, that along with the earth under the boots of the warriors who frantically fought on it, had turned into sticky mud.

Scattering a few scorched pieces into the environment, the head stopped under the feet of one of the enemy warriors, who as soon as he saw it and managed to recognize it, screamed with despair, falling to the ground and crawling backward for several meters.

”Aaargh! Aaargh! It's the general! It's the general's head!” he yelled in panic.

Before anyone could answer that statement, Dag, with his right arm still covered in flames, with his hand claws so long that they almost touched the ground, exclaimed loudly:

”The Keeper has been defeated. Klorr belongs again to the Claws Of Fenrir, the war is over...”

The sound of the wind was the only thing that broke the silence of the seconds after that words.

”Yeeeaaahh!”

”Uhuuu! Yes, fuck!”

”The war is over, Klorr is ours!”

A loud sound echoed in the square and under its arcades, while the allied warriors screamed with joy, kneeling towards Dag and raising their hands to the sky, knowing that that nightmare was now over.