Weren't we supposed to tattoo the Eye of Odin on our arms and go to Valhalla if we died in battle? What do you mean I'm now a weak, pitiful, and helpless labyrinth snake? Is this some kind of cruel joke from hell? But... since I turned into a snake after being blown up, does that mean some of my comrades reincarnated here too?
A Balkan veteran's path to survival after being blown up and reincarnating as a snake in another world, and his quest to find his comrades.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
