Even for a Legendary Powerhouse, the legendary lifespan of the Warrior Side isn't very long, possibly because of too much fighting that drains their lifeblood dry.
At that moment, shouts and the sounds of battle were heard ahead.
Hegel raised his head in confusion. He hadn't brought any weapons; the dwarf battle axe he once carried had been pawned for drinking money in the last town.
The ones under attack were a southern merchant caravan. In these times of constant war, some defeated soldiers had turned into bandits.
Hegel initially didn't care, but he quickly stopped in his tracks because he saw a familiar figure wearing a recognizable insignia.
A Tyr Warrior.
Once in the land of the Hill Dwarves, he had saved this person from an Ogre. That man hadn't changed much, but now had a few companions who also seemed to be followers of Tyr, the God of Justice.
"What is that power?"
