Where All Roads Lead

In an age of slaughter, when berserkers whet their blades for revenge, a new terror hews her way to Rome …

I've sworn allegiance to Alaric, King of the Goths. I fight under his banner and lead a band of men in his name.

The Gold-drinkers. Pagans. Savages.

And I couldn't be more thrilled.

For now, Alaric has us fighting for Rome. Until they make their peace with the Byzantines. Then it's time to claim what they owe us.

Of course, Romans being Romans, they have no intention of paying. Not without a sword at their throats.

And so we march on the Eternal City.

But Rome isn't about to be pushed around. They mean to teach us barbarians our place in the world—a brutal lesson that shocks all of Midgard.

And gods, is that ever a mistake.

Because now it isn't just a debt of gold they owe us.

It's a debt in blood.

And this time, they will pay.

Tyrfing will see to that. And no one will stop me.

Not Sarus. Not Sigurd.

Not Hel.