Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 301: Brutal but cunnning

Chapter 301: Brutal but cunnning

Geowulf sat on his throne with the calm poise of a man who had weathered countless storms, his axe resting upright against the arm of the seat. The weapon gleamed faintly,one could hardly believe that it had been his weapon for decades , during which it saw countless battles. Edvard, standing just beside him, couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the axe, its hild worn and battered, triggering a wave of nostalgia.

He remembered the many spars he had with the Knotur as a boy. The heavy axe, far too unwieldy for his young hands, he had tried to wield many times, all of which failed. Those lessons were always grueling strangely now that he was an adult he remembered them kindly

Edvard's gaze shifted upward to Geowulf himself. The silver streaking through his golden hair stood out in the warm light of the hall, a sharp contrast to the vibrant locks Edvard had always known. Lines etched into the older man's face told stories of battles fought, losses endured, and victories hard-won.

The sight hit Edvard harder than any blow he had ever taken in training. The realization that time was slowly catching up to Geowulf was more painful than if he had borne the years himself. The unshakable rock of his life, the man who had seemed as eternal as the mountains, was aging.