There was an extremely painful wailing and screaming sound, a cry of agony that not only stirred up waves in the realm of mortals but also formed strong echoes in the Subspace. It was the power of Chaos, the blessing of the Evil God. Everywhere in the Chaos Domain was chaos and madness. In the Skalings' camp, eight Chaos Mages were all turned to ash by the fierce Chaos Storm, with only Chakoy, at the Legendary Tier, surviving.
Not being Chaos Mages, the Barbarian Warriors unable to sense the Wind of Chaos shivered constantly under this terrifying Chaos Storm. They all knelt down and loudly praised the names of their respective Evil Gods.
Tears glistened on Egil's weather-beaten face as he reached out his hands and gently cradled the swaddled baby.
The child was strong, with intense eyes of ice blue like his father, holding a lump of blood in his small, tightly clenched fist, a symbol of power and the Blood God's blessing.
This was a little guy with a bit of spirit.
