[Bonus Chapter for 70 Golden Tickets ~ refer to the Author's Reward system.]
He tossed the head slightly in his hand, looking at the peaceful, dead face of the blue-haired woman.
"I will keep this."
Gunnar said, his voice booming with renewed vitality.
He pulled a leather cord from his belt and tied it through the woman's hair, fastening the head to his waist like a morbid trophy.
"A commemoration for such a fight! The warrior women of this floor... they had spirits of fire.
It was the best fight I have ever had!
This South Korean tower... it is proving to be something else entirely! Hahaha!"
He picked up his axe and turned toward the tree itself.
With a roar of exertion, he swung the weapon into the base of the white trunk.
CRUNCH.
The wood was hard as diamond, but Gunnar's axe was fueled by the energy of the Aesir.
He struck again and again, the white bark flying off in huge chunks.
On the fifth strike, a massive crack groaned through the grove.
