Gridd, Reidar, and Karl were petrified, not explaining how Freydis had fallen into that inhuman state.
"How can they control you?! Is it that rune's fault? Inguz... yes, it has to be that, there's no other explanation..." Dag said, putting both of his weapons on the belt magnets, intending not to hurt his woman, while she didn't seem to think the same way.
Gridd shook her head, regaining consciousness of the present, and quickly walked toward the beast-man, sticking one of his swords on his shoulder and pointing the other blade over his neck, ready to slaughter him.
"How do we stop the effect of that rune?! What's going on with Freydis? Speak, you filthy being, tell us how to do it, before I take your head off your neck!" Gridd shouted, full of nervousness, as she turned the blade inside the wound on Roar's shoulder, which moved with it.
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