The icy gaze of the north wind seemed to pierce through as it landed squarely on Nazariou. Unfiltered, intense bloodlust surged toward him, like the very air was screaming for his demise. Behind Theo, a radiant shadow formed, coalescing into a figure that brought warmth yet instilled awe in all who witnessed it.

The light particles swirling into shape touched the hearts of the Naga survivors deeply, revitalizing their spirits. As Lodbrok descended, her eyes burned with hatred, her sharp gaze fixed firmly on Nazariou.

“How dare you commit atrocities that even beasts would shy away from, while wearing the …