In Ragnar's hand was a strange-looking mask — [Evil Toothy Maw]. It was shaped from skull and jawbone, forming something like a half mask, leaving his own mouth visible beneath it. The stitching and lines of bone overlapped with his jaw perfectly, as if the rows of jagged teeth and tusks were truly his.
There were no straps, no latches, no hooks.
Yet when Ragnar tried fitting it on his face… it snapped into place and clung tightly like a parasite finding a home.
It took effort just to pry it loose again.
Ragnar marched toward a swamp puddle and bent forward, checking his reflection in the rippling surface. The bone teeth clicked with the movement of his jaw, matching every twitch as if they were alive. A wicked look. Just the way he liked it.
He opened the item's description.
His eyes widened.
