Anger rises, the darkness closes in. My vision loses sharpness and all things lose meaning, except to stay alive. The battle rages, death is imminent, but for the berserker who will take more than his share with him to the great beyond. The odds know longer matter when he reaches the state of mind for battle, for there is no one in the world that can strike fear into his soul. Nor is there any one man that can send him to his grave. The battle rages, men dying all around, he slashes and stabs and destroys all who step in his way. How many must die before they realize that his soul is dark and death follows where he goes. On top of the strength that he has, unknown to most he’s been given invincibility. How you may ask? The gods reached down from their thrones and plucked him from the mortal world. Only to release him back to the world to do their biding. Now he will never die till he runs across the man who knows how to kill the gods themselves….so good luck if you cross the man who is the soul taken dark berserker, or the ones that he protects. For if the battle ensues there will only be one that will walk away.