Sigmund - The Infernal Uprising

Chapter Thirteen - The Master Assassin

  Abraxas equipped his armour as to fully arm himself for the journey ahead. From the snowy landscape of the Northern Reaches to the forested area of the East, a journey he had not taken in a long while. The threat of the Einherjar lingered in their minds for it was desperate times for them all, one wrong move and they’d fail.

  “By any chance did you take the mountain pass to the East?” Abraxas questioned suddenly as he placed a hand on Gralvak’s shoulder. Gralvak understood that he had to stay and defend the Stronghold from any attacks during their absence and thus proceeded to salute before leaving.

Sigmund nodded at the man, “I travelled to and from the mountain with Baldr, though not much is left of it now. Turns out the mountain was home to a-” Before getting to the end of his sentence, Abraxas interjected as he turned to face him.

  “Geolith, I know. I bred it myself I have you know.”

“You bred it?” Sigmund exclaimed, taken aback at the feat Abraxas had just gestured, “How do you breed something like that?”

  Abraxas smiled, “It took a while. It started off as a Geomorph but seemed to evolve quite quickly. When I realised that it was going to evolve in this way I moved it to the mountain pass which at the time was a valley. As you saw, the mountain was indeed the Geolith.”

“Interesting.” Sigmund responded in a kind manner, with a feeling of uncertainty as he didn’t know why Abraxas was telling him this. “Shall we take that pass?”

  Nodding his head Abraxas moved toward the exit of the room, “It’s the quickest choice we have. Though I’m afraid there is no direct route out of the Whiteout. We will have to fight our way through for the beasts aren’t exactly tame.”

  Understanding the situation Sigmund smiled before moving to the exit also. Abraxas turned to traverse down the stairway with Sigmund following soon after. They made their way toward the entrance gate of the Stronghold, looking onward at the icy plains of Wendigo’s Whiteout. Sigmund originally braved the trials with an army, a feat which proved rather difficult but to now face the trials as only a two made him feel apprehensive.

  “I trust you know how to defeat the Snowmorphs?” Abraxas asked.

Sigmund turned slowly as the snow pressed against his face, the cold causing him to shiver, “We established the neck was their vulnerable spot.”

“Good. As long as you didn’t think to defeat them by drowning them or whatever, that’d be moronic.”

Sigmund smiled awkwardly before looking away feeling slightly stupid whilst attempting to keep a serious posture as to not give away his thoughts.

  The plains of the Whiteout were vast and spacious with the illusion of infinity as the snow obscured their vision though Abraxas however seemed to know where to go. As they traversed the plain they moved closer and closer to the cavernous structure which housed the reanimated corpses of fallen soldiers.

  Before they entered Abraxas noticed an axe that had been plunged into the ground and as he turned to look on at Sigmund he saw the man’s will to press on. Knowing something was amiss he paid his respects, refraining from mentioning anything.

  The two warriors entered the caverns and paced through its interior. Very quickly Abraxas grabbed a torch from the wall to help light their way. It seemed the deeper they got the darker the place turned out to be, taking many turns through its networked structure.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Sigmund stated, “Because, I don’t recall this place.”

“If I remember correctly, there is an exit around here somewhere.”