The rain poured relentlessly, drumming against his battered shield as he staggered back, gripping the gash in his side. Blood mixed with the mud beneath his feet. He looked up.

She was coming.

Through the mist and rain, her silhouette took shape—long, braided hair soaked, her tunic clinging to her as she moved with deadly purpose. Her eyes locked onto his, blazing with fury, her beauty a cruel contrast to the fate he knew awaited him.

“This ends now,” she said, voice steady despite the storm.

He tightened his grip on his axe, knowing he had no strength left to swing it.

The gods would judge him soon… #nostr #story #viking