Karha would certainly be capable of such behavior.1

It might have been different if this had been before the Northerners recognized Ian. But now, it seemed just as likely that Karha was cheering for those daring to challenge his Great Warrior.0

After all, the battle was essentially Karha’s very nature, and the deity was nothing if not an unpredictable and temperamental force.1

One moment he’s my side, and the next, he’s not. Fucking... 0

Ian clicked his tongue inwardly and turned his gaze back to the present. There was still work to be done.0

“Is there anyone who can take that guy’s place as a leader for now?”0

The two warriors supporting Garson looked at each other hesitantly at his question. Finally, one of them awkwardly bowed his head and answered.0

“There is... Great Warrior.”0

His tone was slightly uneasy. Ian nodded slightly, signaling for him to fetch them, and the two warriors hurried off, bowing once more before leaving.0

“Berkel! The Great Warrior is asking for you!”0

The call brought an elderly man forward from the crowd. The same man had earlier ordered the villagers to step back.0

Deep scars ran across his face, sinking his nose bridge and leaving one side of his mouth gaping enough to expose a fang-like tooth.0

Reminds me of old man Urd.0

As Ian thought this, the old man, limping slightly, approached and bowed respectfully.0

“You called for me, Great Warrior.”0

His voice was...0