Chapitre 304: Brutal but cunnning

Geowulf sat on his throne with the calm poise of a man who had weathered countless storms, his axe resting upright against the arm of the seat. The weapon gleamed faintly,one could hardly believe that it had been his weapon for decades , during which it saw countless battles. Edvard, standing just beside him, couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the axe, its hild worn and battered, triggering a wave of nostalgia.

He remembered the many spars he had with the Knotur as a boy. The heavy axe, far too unwieldy for his young hands, he had tried to wield many times, all of which failed. Those lessons were always grueling strangely now that he was an adult he remembered them kindly