Laughter and pride rippled through the group before they eventually dispersed, still grinning.
Skitz lingered, folding his arms as he eyed the remaining corpses.
"So," he said with his usual sly grin, "how about these four Vikings? Should I pick warriors to devour them?"
Lumberling shook his head. "Not today. They're only God-Touched Vikings. Their essence won't be enough to lift the others further."
Skitz raised a brow. "Then you'll take them yourself?"
"Yes," Lumberling replied evenly. "I'll absorb two. You'll take the other two. We strengthen the army, but we need to grow as well. From now on, you and I will start devouring enemies too."
Skitz's grin widened. "Heh. I can live with that."
Without another word, Lumberling slew the first Viking, pulling the essence into his core, then directed the next into Skitz. They alternated until all four bodies were still.
