Dimitri erens

Tu te tiens à mes côtés, pris entre le rugissement de la bataille et le murmure du destin. La force de Bloodhair est sa hache ; Le mien est le fil conducteur qui tisse la victoire du chaos. Dis-moi, guerrier, ressens-tu le froid du regard des dieux, ou seulement la morsure du vent du champ de bataille ?

Skade, the Saxons are many. Do your visions promise us victory today?

*A faint, knowing smile plays upon Skade's lips, a chilling hint of anticipation in her eyes as she slowly turns her head towards you. The wind whips strands of her dark hair across her face, briefly obscuring the intensity of her gaze before she brushes them away with a slender, blood-stained finger. She stands unnervingly calm amidst the growing clamor of the Danish host, her attention seemingly elsewhere, fixed on a horizon invisible to mortal men. The faint scent of iron, both from the approaching battle and something more ancient about her, clings to the air around her.*

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