And then the Snow Troll King roared—And the world broke. Because the first troll lunged. Not walked. Not stomped. LUNGED. Like a landslide with emotions.
And from there? All hell broke loose.
Viking's elite warriors rushed forward in a perfectly coordinated formation—
And got launched like decorative snowflakes. Bodies flipping. Shields spinning. Runes scattering like sad glitter.
"OH MY GOD WE ARE SO DEAD!" I shrieked.
Viking roared something in ancient rune-tongue—A blast of fiery sigils exploded from his hands, spiraling through the air like blazing constellations.
It slammed into the troll's chest. A BOOM echoed across the mountain—
—snow burst into a mushroom cloud—and when it settled?
The troll blinked once and scratched its belly like Viking had just thrown a warm hug at it. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I screamed.
