"I know what you wish to do, but it will not work," Angelo said gravely, not leaving Vlad in suspense. Seeing Vlad's eyes narrow sharply, the Viking leader immediately continued his explanation, "The tournament will begin in two years. There's no immediate deadline for inscription, but only Vikings of the younger generation are eligible to participate."
Vlad's heart sank slightly as a deep frown creased his brow. Even if he managed to reach Valhalla, it appeared the tournament would not accept an outsider like him.
The rage that simmered within his heart began to burn brighter and hotter, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. A cold fury radiated from him, dark and foreboding.
Angelo sensed Vlad's burning hatred, and his own expression darkened with profound shame. The mighty Viking lowered his head, feeling dishonored by the behavior of his people.
