In the swampland of darkest Denmark, a demon stirs. Its baleful eyes glow with malevolent light; its heart set on evil intent.

The monster storms the great mead hall, Heorot, ripping the door from its hinges. It tears one unfortunate limb from limb, devouring him ‘in huge mouthfuls, greedily gulping. In no time he has eaten him all, even the hands and feet.’

This demon stands impervious to ordinary swords. Only might – and a true heart – can defeat it. And only one man possesses such strengt...