Chapter 80

In the depths of the black forest, the rain pattered down, soaking everything it touched.

Ragnar, draped in a white cloak, stood with his back to the world, aloof and silent, as he used his power to slowly and mercilessly torment Jace and Torin, both sprawled helpless on the muddy ground.

It was a strange and unsettling scene.

White snowflakes drifted down through the heavy rain, refusing to melt