Harald clasped Theo and Lodbrok’s hands tightly, his shoulders trembling as if trying to steady the tidal wave of emotions rushing over him.

A whirlwind of memories flashed before Harald’s eyes, moments from his life that had been dominated by the manipulations of the Sacred Demon Cult and the ever-changing face of his beloved daughter. Now, at the end of his grueling journey, the thought of finally seeing her clear, bright eyes and her sweet, innocent face filled his heart with immeasurable joy.

"At least my choices weren’t in vain."

Even though he hadn’t been able to sever the head …