Red. All of it. All M'dar could see was red. The only sound heard above the ringing in his ears was the screaming of the cold and undead. Of those who would never see Sovngarde.

How had it come to this? How had M'dar lost everything so seamlessly? Killian...how had M'dar lost him? When had M'dar lost him?

He crashed to his knees, ax held like a vice in his hands. His helmet was discarded into the mud, M'dars blood soaked hands shaking as he screamed. And screamed...