New chapter(s) every weekend!
Midgard is now a blood-soaked world. Nowhere is safe when you are different from everyone, and where every day could be your last. But if you follow this words, you can have no fear: there is no shame in bowing your head, even a million times over, if you are just taking measures to bite their neck.
Trampled on, survive, overcome.
This is the code of Paul, founder of the sect trying to put an end to the unending gluttony of the Vikings, rulers of a great part of what once was the Roman Empire, now a land of slaves and poor. A land he does not belong to, but that will become his home, or his grave.
This is my first published story, so be as merciless as you can. Burn me down to make me rise lusher than before. I'll try to update every three days, but I am so masochistic that I started to write right when I started to study for 7 exams. But I assure you. I'll try my best to make up for it thanks to my racial skill, "sleepless if nervous".
