Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 105: CV. The Wake-up Call

Before picking it up from the table, he turned and began walking to the library bookshelves.

He put back in their place the two scrolls that Egill gave him: Shockwave and Hamstring.

He had already learned those two skills and their respective runes had appeared on his arm, although he had not yet been able to try them in battle.

Soon after, he walked away from the level 4 scrolls and headed for the Level 5 scrolls section.

"What are you doing, Dag?" asked Karl, curiously.

"These scrolls are the Temple of Orn's greatest treasure. They contain the oldest knowledge of the Clan warriors: scrolls that connect humans with divine powers and allow you to learn very strong skills" Dag explained, trying not to mess up his young friend's mind.

"Wow! Now I understand where that skill you used against me came from! You used it during our training at your home!" he continued.

"One day you too will be able to draw on the knowledge of the Clan you will choose. The choice is up to you" Dag said, smiling.

Once in front of the bookstores with level 5 scrolls, Dag dragged the ladder to the highest shelves. He was looking for something specific.

After searching for almost 10 minutes, he finally found what he was looking for: Lightning Strike's scroll was finally in his hands.

Right next to it, another scroll caught his eye. Its title was Storm Bolt.

He also took that and got off the ladder.

"I will learn the same skills master Magni excelled in, perfecting my fighting style, following his example" thought Dag, determined to quickly learn the two new level 5 scrolls.

"Dag... it says 'level 5' up there. Are you sure you're ready for those skills? I guess the level is proportional to the difficulty... right?" asked Karl, questioning Dag's level of strength.

"Let's say I learn quickly. I've already learned some of the lower-level skills, I'm perfecting them over time" he said.

After taking the Red Executioner, Dag made his way to his room. Karl followed him.

As they walked down the aisle, Masters Egill and Dargeon popped up.

"Dag. We were looking for you, we wanted to say goodbye before departure" they said in chorus.

"Masters... you talk like we don't have to see each other again. You will see, our journey will not be so long. We will return to the Temple as soon as possible and toast our success. You have my word!" said Dag, enthused, while Karl still had his head down after bowing to greet the Masters.

Dargeon and Egill looked into each other's eyes, as a sign of understanding.

From their eyes, they seemed to be proud that a young and strong warrior like Dag was the clan's spokesman.

They shook hands and said goodbye.

Then, everyone went back to their room.

"You can sleep here, Karl" Dag said, pointing to the bed next to his, unused by Aslan's death.

"All right" Karl replied, avoiding asking for anything else.

The two young warriors, after about an hour spent chatting, went to bed.

Dag began to read the two new scrolls, while Karl immediately got to sleep, tired from the long walk.

Studying the Lightning Strike scroll, Dag realized that although he had never read how to do it, he had used a technique similar to that during the clash against the fangs Of Jormungandr reptilians.

It was all about breathing: before and during the jump, you had to hold and release air into your lungs in a precise way so that the weapon would load the necessary energy.

Perhaps being the hammer drenched in Magni's power, Dag had managed to perform Lightning Strike by bypassing his breathing.

It was about an hour before Dag began to feel tired.

He yawned deeply and got out of bed to extinguish the candles that partially lit the dorm room.

As soon as he laid his head back on the pillow, he fell asleep like a rock.

...

"Hey! Wake up, Dag! Let's go!"

Dag turned the other way, covering his face with blankets made of mutton fur.

"Come on, get up, you sleepyhead! The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there!" continued Karl, shaking Dag's shoulder, which was still with his eyes closed in bed.

"Okay... alright... I get up" he said, his voice from sleep.

After stretching out, he got out of bed, watching Karl, who was already dressed to leave.

Next to him, there was a lit candle.

Dag looked out of the small window of the room. It was still dark.

"Karl, what the fuck. I said 'at dawn', why did you wake me up already?!" he said, continuing to yawn.

"Dawn will be in a few minutes, trust me, brother. I'm looking forward to leaving, I can't wait!" replied Karl.

Dag got up and got prepared, wearing armor and placing the large axe behind his back, with the same belt system he had used the first time.

"We can go" Dag said.

Karl opened the door, regardless of the fact that everyone else in the dorm was still asleep.

When they arrived in the yard, Reidar was not there yet.

The sky was beginning to take on lighter shades on the horizon, and the Sun was about to rise.

Dag approached the stable of horses.

"Choose one of these" he said, inviting Karl into the barn.

"Are you kidding? Can I ride one of these majestic creatures? They're the most beautiful and massive horses I've ever seen!" he replied.

Karl chose a white horse, with a long fur near the hooves.

Dag untied both horses from the wooden poles, preparing the saddle and bridles.

Just then, they heard the rooster announcing the dawn with its song.

Dag turned to the dormitory and Reidar came out the door.

"Good morning, Captain. Forgive me for the delay" he said, apologizing to Dag.

"Forget about it... my awakening wasn't the best" Dag snorted, looking at Karl.

Reidar burst into laughter.