Unknown Creatures

Breathing heavily, I wiped the blood off my face and stretched my arms. Damn, that fight took longer than expected, but whatever—at least Ragnar was finally dead. And now, it was time for the real challenge.

Cooking him.

Without wasting a second, I stepped forward and blasted the massive heavy iron throne door open with a single strike, the metal groaning under the force as it flew back. I didn't pause for a moment, immediately leaving the grand throne room, my steps echoing through the vast hallway as I moved on.

Initially, I had planned to eat him, but the thought of cannibalism made me feel sick—it wasn't something I was fond of. So, for now, I would try cooking him and see if that worked. I mean, he was already dead anyway, so it wasn't like he would feel any pain or suffering when I cooked him later.