Scene LXXXII — Harsh path of a Savage Barbarian.

Night engulfed their walk.

Chilling cold emanated from the ground as the heavy mist of the night weighed on their shoulders, burying them more on the treacherous bottom that pulsates in constant menace to attack the pack of savage barbarians, crouching, almost crawling attentive to maintain its temporal calm.

"... They are moving…" — Otrur whispered, looking up at the few stars willing to help their path along their torches.

"Ou… Small tremors… They are still far. Ours must be alive keeping them inside the crack."

"... Hopefully they are many. And they stay alive until we arrive… Yngve… it's good you injured him. If Auflulk has been taken by the earth…"

"It just means I can kill him when I get back." — Aslak replied to the warlock, aware that if not for Yngve's brother being one of the returnees, the rebellious savage would have not seen day again many moons before.

"... Why?"

"What. Without Auflulk his only blood–"