Lagertha’s anger and fury were hotter than the desert itself, and her strength was still as strong as her father’s. She carried the demon’s head and made Mundis inspect it for a long time. Lagertha wanted her mighty foe to feel the same torment she is going through. She slowly walked to him with the demon’s head in her right hand and her longsword on the other. Both of her hands were stained with demonic blood, and her face appeared as if Death itself was ready to claim the souls of her foes.
“I will finish you, demon. I will take your soul and feed you back to your lord and master,” Lagertha hissed. Her rage was enough to make her opponents hear her name and tremble at the sound.
“Very well. But please, put up more of a fight than your boyfriend did,” Mundis said. The Wolf Queen’s face was filled with fiery anger and a temper so hot that no living thing would compare to her wrathful vengeance.