Highlander Torrent ((free)) -

“By the blood of my forefathers, By the stone of my home, I stand upon this bridge, And I will not be drowned!”

Seumas, with a mighty grunt, hurled the chain across the broken gap, securing it to the far post. Together they pulled the broken stones into place, using their bodies as a human brace. Eòin’s glaive became a lever, his weight a counterbalance. The bridge, though battered, held. highlander torrent

The water seemed to pause for a heartbeat, as if listening. The torrent’s roar softened, its fury momentarily dimmed by the vibration of the song. The crack in the arch shivered, then held. “By the blood of my forefathers, By the

The wind sang through the glen as it always had—low, mournful, and relentless. It carried the scent of peat smoke and the faint, metallic tang of rain‑soaked stone. Above the craggy ridge, a slate‑gray sky pressed down, threatening to burst open at any moment. In the valley below, the River Rannoch roared like a wounded beast, swollen beyond its ordinary bounds by the sudden, relentless deluge that had turned the Highlands into a labyrinth of water and stone. The bridge, though battered, held

“Rannoch, Rannoch, gentle tide, Guide us through your rolling stride, We walk beside you, not beneath, In peace we’ll share this Highland heath.”

The water seemed to recoil, the Wyrm’s form rippling as if struck. The torrent around the bridge slowed, the currents pulling back as if in awe of the highlander’s resolve. Seumas, gripping his hammer, swung it with a mighty strike against a rusted iron bar, sending a spray of sparks into the night. The sparks landed on the water, and for a brief instant, the river’s surface ignited with a line of fire—an impossible blaze that flickered and danced, casting the Wyrm in a ruby glow.