Every two or three hours I had to call for a break. Nearer midday, we came down into a valley, then made west through a sparse forest. Cold as a dog, deep snowbanks, wind so biting it chilled the very marrow in my bones – I hated winter. Over the last few days, my relationship to winter had changed drastically. Taking in the red and orange little tongues of flame lapping up the walls of the fireplace giving me a sense of tranquility and protection. Slowly savoring every sip of mom’s honey decoction from the ceramic mug warming my hands.
Frosty winds raging out the window, I would sit in my dad’s big wide armchair with my feet outstretched toward a crackling log. What kid doesn’t love snow, festive markets, or sledding down hills? I’m reminded of times I ran home and warmed myself by the fire after tuckering myself out playing in the yard. Moving through the borderlands toward his home city no more than a few days ahead of the orcish Horde, Eric still has yet to guess that his adventure is just getting started. Eric promises himself to uncover the truth about his long lost brother.īeyond that, the more he encounters the grim heritage of the Order of Monster Hunters, the more he realizes just how perilous a game the foxman has drawn him into. And Eric slowly learned to use it to his benefit.Įric and his friends escape Master Chi’s Hive, journey over the orcish steppe and through the Stone Forest, which tempers them and makes them a lot stronger.ĭuring his travels, Eric discovers that his elder brother never went to the Wastes, and that his parents were lied to about what happened to him.
That which was once considered a flaw or defect transformed into an advantage. He himself even thought he was born cursed by the gods. Some pitied him, others squirmed in his presence, while others still mocked him to his face. Eric Bergman used to be treated like an outcast, cripple and freak.
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