After the parry, a cloud of that celestial dust freed itself from the enemy's body and entered his hammer, charging its stone head.
The same thing happened when the hammer hit its target.
"It's the level 9 skill! It's Memory Of Mjöllnir!" Dag thought, realizing that the pain he had felt just before in his lower back must have been the symbol of the skill that was being etched on his skin.
Trying to stay as still as possible and not making abrupt or dodgy movements, Dag continued to parry and counter-attack the wolves, helping himself with the four dark arms, squirming around him, behind and in front, protecting him at 365 degrees.
Despite Gridd and Kjell's tenacity and Dag's attention, many wolves arrived towards Sander, who was stationary in the same position, with his shield tucked into the ground behind him.
As they saw the scene, the soldiers behind Egill's barrier began to tremble, ready to face the enemies that kept coming numerous.
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