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Managarm was taking another lap around the storage facility, waiting for Fenrir to be done with his sacrifice. He flinched when a black shape flashed past him, then stopped short when Fenrir appeared in front of him.
“Cursed Saxon whores!” Managarm cried out, startled.
Fenrir laughed.
Managarm raised his eyebrows. “It’s finished?”
Fenrir lifted the same bloody palm he’d shown to Sally.
“Stars above,” Managarm sighed in relief. “I’m finally rid of that pest of a witch.” He turned and started back in the direction of his truck. “We’ll collect the new Berserkers at the apartment, then will rendezvous with the others in the forest.”
Fenrir stood his ground. “I’ll meet you at the Yggdrasil.”
Managarm turned. “It’s still a good hour away from here, even by car. Ride with me.”
Fenrir shook his furry head. “I’ve had enough of confined spaces. I’ll make my own way to the Tree.” He turned and disappeared into the night.
Managarm shrugged and kept walking. He’d just need to warn the Berserkers in the field that the Fenris Wolf was on his way to them. In the meantime, if the little witch had performed her last spell competently, Managarm had an entire army of new warriors to greet.
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