The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

Vikir remembered what Garm had said when he first entered Nouvelle Vague.

'What the hell, what's the big deal, this is just a dog's death, a de facto execution!'

'No, it's not. There's a Nouvelle Vague execution, and it's not even close to this.'

Garm was responding to a prisoner who was freaking out at the news.

Vikir suddenly realized why Garm had said that.

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A mouth appeared in the center of the abyss.

Its enormous jaws twisted the empty space, revealing other spaces nested within it.

Squares, triangles, circles... jagged misshapen features sprouted without order or balance.

Two bulging eyeballs, cloudy as the eyes of a drowning man, were obviously reacting to the 'prey' falling from above.

Vikir thought.