[ Old World - Blackmoon Colony - Training grounds ]
" Alright,boys! No slacking off!Now move your ass! "
It was probably mid noon. Every warrior was sweating it out.Dust lifted under stomping boots, curling around sweat slicked bodies. The sound of metal clanging against metal could be heard from a long distance.
Dax stood at the center,skirtless, his muscles corded and gleaming under the sun. He rolled his shoulders once, watching with a predator's calm as his men continued training.
But his attention wasn't on them.
At the far end of the grounds, a knot of men sat in silence…backs hunched, wrists bound with heavy metal fused with wolfsbane.The slave warriors of fallen Skarthheim.
Broken, yet not bowed. Their eyes followed Dax every time he moved, every time his voice barked out an order.
Dax smirked, deliberately dragging a hand across his chest to wipe sweat, making a show of his strength.
