From the field they came.
Fleeing refugees flooded into the land of the Gæðatrygging
The snarls of the JötunnDevs can be heard on their heels.
At the Gates of Iss he stood
Clutching the mighty DevBane in hand
He welcomed the oncoming horde.
As he clashed with his foes,
thunder shook the sky as a storm erupted.
Letting out a roar,
he felled a JötunnDev with each swing of his hammer.
Like a storm unto himself,
no foe could withstand his onslaught.
The blood of the fallen
called forth bolts of lightning.
Across the field, battle-wrought,
His ancient foe stood before him.
It was he who spread panic and confusion amongst those in the field
It was he who sought to steal the power of the Gæðatrygging
The ancient enemy, JötunnDev’s Jarl Bost…
Raising DevBane in the direction of his old rival,
He swears an oath to defeat this ancient nemesis.
Through the furious storm, they roared out their challenge to one another.
Weapons at the ready, there is still more blood to shed
Racing across the field to engage in an epic clash of might and will.
The fate of the people from the fields and the Gæðatrygging hangs in the balance…
The Saga of DevBane continues…
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