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He ran under the bright sun of day; he ran under the diht, ever with the east wind in his face His long legs and great strides carried him tirelessly, a ar pushed hi and eating on the run, stopping only when exhaustion felled hi out of the Spine of the World like a toxic cloud of foul-siant forces of Akar Kessell With minds warped by the willpower of the crystal shard, they wanted only to kill, only to destroy Only to please Akar Kessell

Three days out from the dwarven valley, the barbarian ca toward a colad that he was able to find his people so easily, but the presence of so , a fact that only eency of his ed onward

It wasn’t fatigue but solitude that was Wulfgar’s greatest ene the long hours, recalling his vow to his dead father and conte the possibilities of his victories He avoided any thought of his present path, though, understanding well that the sheer desperation of his plan ht well destroy his resolve

Yet this was his only chance He was not of noble blood, and he had no Rights of Challenge against Heafstaag Even if he defeated the chosen king, none of his people would recognize hiitih an act of heroic proportions

He bounded on, toward the sas before hi with the graceful ease that marked his race, cahed Glacier and a place called Evereloakastideath"