609 DCIX. The Midgardian (1/2)

”Well said, Packmaster!”

”We will rebuild Klorr city and its Castle!”

”Long live Master Dag!”

The soldiers who until a few minutes earlier had turned into werewolves had now returned to their human form and together with their Packmaster were finally able to celebrate the long-awaited victory over the Lies Of Loki, having taken away from them the city of Klorr, in which they could transfer their entire population, trapped in the depths of the Rock Prison.

Kranus, as he walked at a slow pace, could not help but watch Freydis and Reidar, who continued to console each other.

The ice mage took a long breath and said: ”You are warriors of Krypstorm now. You fought loyally, demonstrating your courage and strength. Come back to Tungvek with me... we will wait together for the return of the Primal Thunder and help him humbly in fulfilling the prophecy!”

Kranus's proposal attracted the looks of Reidar and Freydis, who looked at each other in the eye and then turned to him.

”We... we accept your offer, Commander Kranus” Freydis said, in a submissive tone, knowing that from that moment on she would have to rely solely on her own skills.

”Just call me Kranus, I'm not your Commander. Once in Tungvek, you can do whatever you want, Freydis... if your house is too small, I'll give you a bigger one, if you want new clothes or new weapons, just tell me. You will have all the slaves you want, ready to serve you and satisfy your every whim. I, Kranus, will always be at your service, Shieldmaiden!” the ice mage again exclaimed, bowing slightly towards her, as a sign of respect and gallantry.

The words of the ice mage were very helpful to Freydis' morale, who could not help but think of Dag and what was happening to him.

”I will be by your side if you wish. I will make sure to come to Tungvek with you and I am sure Kranus will also give me a place to stay” Reidar added, looking at the Commander of the Giants Of Ymir out of the corner of his eye, who nodded positively with his head, accepting the archer's proposal.

”Yes, I have already said that I agree. I think the house I have now is fine, but I'm going to need someone to help me with Claire, who hasn't fully recovered yet and is in constant need of assistance, even in the most common actions” the Shieldmaiden said, who, only thinking about having to return to that cozy home without her Dag, felt lost.

”Well then. You'll see Dag's going to be fine, he's in the best hands that could happen to him! He will come back different, stronger, and more determined” Kranus replied, turning the other way and walking to look for Kron, still somewhere inside the castle.

”I know... that's the point” Freydis whispered, thinking out loud and looking up at the reddish sky of dawn.

...

”Mmmh...”

”My... my head...” he whispered again, putting a hand in his hair and touching his head that had just stopped spinning, while his five senses were back in operation and his mind began to process the surrounding reality again.

Dag's eyes opened shyly and then closed again, due to the surroundings particularly illuminated by natural light.

He put his hand in front of his eyes, noting that his arms and torso did him no harm.

Making room between two fingers, he let his eyes get used to the light and peered over his hand, noting that above his head, a majestic bronze-colored ceiling stretched imposingly throughout the large room.

A large vertical window was located on the wall behind him and from it, sunlight could illuminate the entire area, leaving not even a small corner of darkness.

The walls were also bronze in color, with small golden fittings and a few essential ornaments, such as some candlesticks scattered here and there, which flanked beds identical to those on which Dag was lying, consisting of a gold-colored metal block and a soft straw mattress covered with a thick layer of linen, which made it one of the most comfortable beds on which he had ever slept, perhaps as comfortable as those on Earth.

Continuing to look around, Dag realized that he was alone inside what looked like a beautiful infirmary, made such by the peculiar layout of the beds and some 'tools' useful to operate resting on a small piece of furniture not far from his position.

Before he could notice, the large front door of the room, almost up to the ceiling, which was about 6 or 7 meters high, closed.