Vlad smiled warmly at the Vikings. Though he had initially entered the hall with a specific purpose in mind, joining them felt entirely natural.
These warriors had fought and bled beside him on more than one battlefield, and there was a bond between them that needed no words. To share in their celebration was more than camaraderie—it was respect.
The alcohol the Vikings drank was not ordinary mead—it was a powerful brew imported from Valhalla, known for its legendary potency. Even warriors with overwhelming vitality, like the Vikings themselves, could be knocked off their feet by its strength.
Boisterous contests quickly broke out, with warriors challenging one another to drinking duels. Before Vlad realized it, he was dragged into the chaos.
Although Vlad had never considered himself a good drinker, his body was unique. Composed of condensed psychic energy, he was immune to nearly all poisons, including alcohol.
