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Akerfeldt Krigsherre stumbled though the portal like an automaton of death. One booted foot after the other pressed onto the paper oddities that comprised the arena floor, before finally the bulk of his shield and head of his axe followed him out of the thin, blue membrane. Carving a thick line in the paper behind him as he walked, the axe-blade seemed to resonate with dark energy.

The bare chested giant stopped, and stared silently at his opponent as he placed the giant shield Guddommelighet in front of him, and mounted Mork Skjold onto his left shoulder. He was opposing a girl. Or at least, he thought it was a girl. She had a chassis comparable to a bodybuilder; thick, muscular arms and legs with a forehead that looked as if it could smash concrete.

Akerfeldt mumbled to himself repeatedly, the words tumbling from numb lips. They were the words of the master he served, The Entity. He didn't know what they meant, but he clung to them with a desperate intensity. After all, they were the reason that he was here. The Entity was the reason he was here.

He had to please The Entity.

"A sacrifice?" Ackerfeldt muttered, his dark eyes occasionally jerking up from the ethereal paper floor to scan the surroundings.

The standoffish nature of The Entity proved to be a mixed blessing. It was hard to please, and this characteristic kept him thirsty and excited for a kill. The Citadel would prove most useful in that respect; an infinite battleground, with an endless supply of victims to sacrifice to the void. Now, it would leave him alone to do what he did best amongst the endless, towering bookshelves and the insanely conceptualised literature platforms.

"A sacrifice." It wasn't a question anymore. He repeated the mantra as he put a foot forward. Warmth began to radiate from the massive axe Mork Skjold as he summoned the power of Dying Light. If this girl had anything other than an evil heart, and came within ten foot of him, the Entity would try to claim her eyes for itself for just a time. Soon the whole air hung heavy and humid, and Akerfeldt began to march towards her.