577 DLXXVII. Remember My Face (2/2)

The Shieldmaiden's voice was completely ignored and Reidar put a hand on her shoulder, shaking it and making her realize that, if they really wanted Dag's good, they should keep him going, despite the bloody scene.

She then turned back and walked inwards of the palace, knowing that in the next few seconds, Dag would continue to mutilate Hakon mercilessly.

”You told me that you have spent the last ten years spying on me, controlling flying animals, terrestrial animals, even other human beings from what I understand. All because of the Frostsinners. I'm sure they're looking at us right now... is there anything you want to tell them?” the young Master asked, slightly looking up.

”What? The Frostsinners? What does that have to do with it?”

”Why didn't Master Dag name the alien race that rules over us humans, won't he be their enemy?”

”I don't understand what the connection between the head of Lies Of Loki and the Frostsinners is...”

The warriors behind Hakon, especially those closest to the two fighters, were shocked to hear those words, not having witnessed the statement of the enemy leader, who, a few minutes earlier, had confessed the truth to Dag, making him realize that almost all his choices had been somehow forced by the will of the Xis.

Hakon tried to raise his head to the night sky, but the muscles in his neck had been so weakened by the last two blows, with which both arms had been detached, that he could barely raise his eyes.

Noticing that the words could not get out of the mouth of his now defeated opponent, Dag screamed in his place.

”I appeal to all the Xis who are watching us from Earth! Did you think that was enough to stop me?! Did you believe that such a banal warrior was enough to destroy what you yourselves created?! You're not smarter than us, you're just thieves! You stole our light, our vital energy... and I'll make you pay for that! Remember my face, because it's the last one you'll see!”

After his heavy words, Dag looked again at Hakon's face, now on the edge of his strength, awake only thanks to the electrical energy that, circulating between his muscles, had reactivated the heartbeat, albeit weakly.

”Are you going to apologize for what you've done to me and these men? Or do you prefer to die without honor, just like a dog and away from your family?” the young Master asked again, grabbing the Giantbane and lifting its hot blades towards Hakon's face, who, no longer even having his arms, seemed to react to no stimulus.