"Move… and I'll forget everything that happened when I retake what's mine."
The general's fists clenched tightly around his sword hilt. He hesitated.
The words stabbed deep. For Lancelot to survive the outlands—alone—was madness.
But to survive while being hunted by the seven deadliest bounty hunters in the Empire?
And to return with those same hunters as allies? Impossible. And yet… here he stood.
Bran Cutter's heart churned violently.
'He's not bluffing… He never moved unless the path ahead was certain. If he's here, then something big must have happened, I definitely shouldn't go against him.'
'But if I turn against Odin now… my family—my sons—what happens to them? We've all seen what Odin does to those who cross him…'
'But if I stand with Odin… will I live to see tomorrow when I fight Lord Lancelot? Will my soul forgive me?'
