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Darkness closes in, and a new scenario opens.
Svalin stands high above the battlefield, as if upon a cloud. Far below her, Asgard burns, the rainbow bridge is shattered, and in the distance, nightmare scenes play out as Earth, and many other worlds besides become battlegrounds between winter, darkness and fire. The mortals must bow before new masters, or die in droves.
Demons run rampant throughout the voids between dimensions. Dark sorceries wend their way through everything.
And familiar voices speak around her, the ghostly images of the Norns watching with her.
"And now that the young Goddess has experienced the death of the body, the true trial begins, in experiencing the death of the world - the death of hope. You will be reborn on the morrow, lady Goddess... but this eve, you will spend experiencing the world as it will be if hope falters. And this, this you will remember."
As their voices fade, a new one rises... the howl of a great wolf - the shadow becoming visible as the Fenris, its jaws still dripping with the blood of the All-Father, his chains broken to merely the length of a leash - the other end being held by a dark prince, ringed in flames.
Svalin stands high above the battlefield, as if upon a cloud. Far below her, Asgard burns, the rainbow bridge is shattered, and in the distance, nightmare scenes play out as Earth, and many other worlds besides become battlegrounds between winter, darkness and fire. The mortals must bow before new masters, or die in droves.
Demons run rampant throughout the voids between dimensions. Dark sorceries wend their way through everything.
And familiar voices speak around her, the ghostly images of the Norns watching with her.
"And now that the young Goddess has experienced the death of the body, the true trial begins, in experiencing the death of the world - the death of hope. You will be reborn on the morrow, lady Goddess... but this eve, you will spend experiencing the world as it will be if hope falters. And this, this you will remember."
As their voices fade, a new one rises... the howl of a great wolf - the shadow becoming visible as the Fenris, its jaws still dripping with the blood of the All-Father, his chains broken to merely the length of a leash - the other end being held by a dark prince, ringed in flames.
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