Where Valcrash reigned, no life would remain.

Those were the words left by a Northerner who once feared him.

An orc who offered his very soul to the ice, swearing loyalty to the Frost Dragon, Skadia. Blessed with the dragon’s power, Valcrash became the tyrant lord of the North.

A towering figure surpassing even the mightiest of orcs, astride his Frost Direwolf, Valcrash commanded legions. Cities he passed through did not even burn—for flames dared not rise in his wake.

A world of death and silence.

His cruelty drove all life to bow its head and leave, as though the earth itself had given up breathing.@@novelbin@@

Renowned knight orders had once been dispatched to slay Valcrash, but they all became fodder for his twin axes. Their skulls, strung together, now hung as grotesque trophies around his neck.

People no longer tried to stop Valcrash.

They simply prayed he would never come to where they were.

And now, this same Valcrash was walking toward Ashies.

Their eyes met.

A strange sense of kinship, incomprehensible to others, passed between them.

“You… You carry His power.”

Without question. Valcrash felt Skadia’s blessing radiating from Ashies. Her appearance, beyond even orcish ideals of beauty, was anything but ordinary.

“You must be Skadia’s mate. How did you leave His nest and end up here?”

“I… I’m Rami’s slave…?”

“Rami? Who is that?”

“Rami is… Rami…”

“…?”

A questionable mate for Skadia, to say the least.

But her circumstances, her thoughts—none of it mattered to Valcrash. She had dared to intrude and slaughter his subordinates.

It was his duty to punish her and return her to Skadia.

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