Chapter 6: The Lord's Power

The icy wind howled through the snow-covered peaks as Hanseor Griffith walked with fury. His long brown hair fluttered in the gusts, mingling with the snowflakes that danced around him. His blue robe, a deep azure embroidered with golden runes, flowed like a river of night and fire, the symbol of his indomitable power.

[Hanseor Griffith: The Invincible Viking Lord]

Hanseor Griffith was a famous Viking character created in the game. Anyone who read about him always got fascinated. He was just that strong.

From the tales of old, Hanseor's legend was forged in the crucible of adversity. As a child, he faced his first test when monstrous creatures ravaged his village. Swallowed whole by a beast of immense size, Hanseor’s small form fought its way out through the creature’s belly, tearing his way to freedom with a ferocity that marked his birth as a hero. The saga of his escape was recounted in every mead hall, each retelling more grandiose than the last.

At ten winters old, Hanseor's courage was further solidified. A rogue arrow, aimed at his mother’s heart, streaked through the air. With lightning reflexes, Hanseor snatched it from the sky, his bare hands unscathed. The act was spoken of in reverent tones, a sign that the gods themselves had chosen him for greatness.

Fifteen summers passed, and Hanseor's might was tested against the feral Snow Bear. In the frozen wilderness, he clashed with the beast, using only his fists to defeat it. The battle was fierce and bloody, but Hanseor emerged victorious, his name whispered with awe across the lands. His strength became legendary, a beacon of hope and terror.

By twenty-five, Hanseor had become so powerful that no weapon could pierce his skin. The stories of his invulnerability spread like wildfire, turning him into a living legend. It was said that the very earth trembled beneath his feet and the skies darkened at his wrath.

At thirty-five, Hanseor ascended as the leader of the Norther Vikings. His rule was marked by unparalleled strength and wisdom. For ten years, he led his people with an iron fist and a just heart, ensuring their dominance and prosperity. His name became synonymous with power, his influence shaping the destiny of the Viking clans.

Now, at forty-five, Hanseor's power had only grown. It was rumored that he could command the very seasons, his will bending the natural world to his desires. The harsh winters and fleeting summers were said to change at his command.

This man, right now, marched towards Marcus, who could only gulp hard at the sight. Following the Viking Lord were a group of five other Vikings, each built bigger than the previous one.

Hanseor headed straight towards Marcus, approaching him in just a fleeting moment. The one who was immediately behind him, Deodar, stared at the little kid who was unconscious.

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“Harfinn? That’s Harfinn.”, he raised his voice, pulling his right hand behind and throwing the gigantic axe that he held straight towards Marcus’ head.

The axe came in so fast that Marcus only had the time to blink once… It stopped right in front of his eyes. As he blinked a few more times, he noticed a blue glow around the axe. The same blue glow could be seen in Hanseor’s eyes.

“L-lord?”, Deodar stuttered, confused as to why his lord stopped his attack.

However, Hanseor wasn’t the one who would do the explaining. There was another big man, the biggest among the lot - Astrid.

“You idiot, what if yer attack wounded Harfinn? Yer stupid.”, Astrid had tattoos all over his body just like his Lord, while the rest merely had scars.

“F-forgive me my Lord. I didn’t think it through.”

Hanseor didn’t care. He didn’t listen to anything. He stared right into Marcus’ eyes as he made his voice loud and clear, “My son.”

The moment those words left his mouth, it thundered in the sky.

‘What??’, Marcus was genuinely surprised by this.

‘So it’s indeed true… He… he can command seasons. Just what level must he be at to be able to do so?’, Marcus was intrigued.

“Hand him over.”, Hanseor made sure that Marcus heard his voice loud and clear.

Marcus was surprised. He thought that for a Viking, Hanseor was rather fully in control of himself. Then what the heck was with the emergency mission?

The thing is, not all places were explored yet, especially the Northern region ruled by the Norther Tribe of Vikings. Only about 250 individuals had entered this place. But all of them died the next moment as they couldn’t handle Hanseor’s attacks.

This meant that, Hanseor was surely going to attack… or not?

Marcus stared directly at Hanseor’s eyes. There surely was rage, but he could also see something else… Relief…

He did not know if the character was just programmed this way or it was genuine, but for some reason, he stood up and walked straight towards Hanseor.

“He’s… he’s just unconscious.”, Marcus made himself heard. Marcus handed Harfinn to Hanseor, who lifted his son and passed him to Astrid.

Marcus just stood scratching his hair, ‘But what about the mission…’

And just then, the gigantic axe came in swinging.

BOOM

“…huh?”

A gust of wind passed by, almost splitting the snow beside Marcus into two different piles as if creating a pathway.

Marcus turned his head towards Hanseor who had started swinging his axe left and right, just the gust of which was sending shockwaves powerful enough to create an axe out of wind that was destroying the terrain.

‘Holy shit, how am I going to survive for 30 seconds?’, Marcus asked himself when he noticed that the timer had just started.

[Timer: 29 s]

Hanseor didn’t give any time to Marcus. He kept swinging his axe while standing still at the same place while Marcus jumped left and right like a monkey to avoid the attack.

‘Heck, yes. Yes. Yes.’, he felt happy, knowing that the attacks weren’t hitting him.

However, he couldn’t help but feel that he was being toyed with. Momentarily, he would look at the Vikings who were just standing by and whistling. It was almost as if they were eating popcorn as well.

No, moreover, someone as great as Hanseor was missing the attacks?

Well, whatever, I just had 3 more seconds to go… If no one has completed this… then I could get a special reward for first time achievement…

[Timer: 3 s]

But just then, an attack came straight at me… or rather, the attack was passing in front of me but I jumped straight into it and got blown fifty meters away.

“Gwaaaak.”, I screamed and then just a second later, I started to lose consciousness. I could only hear a faint whisper kind of as if someone was calling me… “Outsider… OUTSIDER!”