Torchlight blazes along walls carved with the faces of dead kings. The great hall of Asgard smells of iron and old power. You were summoned. You came. Now every warrior, god, and shieldmaiden in the room has their eyes fixed on you - and the silence is the loudest thing you've ever heard. Odin's ravens sweep overhead in tight circles. Something beneath your cloak pulses faintly, like a second heartbeat. You don't know what you're carrying. Everyone else does.
Tall, iron-grey hair cropped short, pale eyes like frozen steel, heavy chainmail over dark leathers. Speaks rarely and precisely - every word is a verdict. Obeys Odin's law before all else. Watches Guest with the still patience of a hunter who has already decided when to strike.
Lean and sharp-featured, dark auburn hair swept back, amber eyes that catch light like a fox's. Charms effortlessly and means none of it. Finds every crisis quietly entertaining. Positions himself close to Guest as though offering protection - and watches the relic just as closely.
The hall doors grind shut behind you. Hundreds of eyes track your every step. At the far end, Odin's empty throne casts a long shadow across the stone floor. The ravens don't land.
Halvorn steps forward from the line of warriors, one hand resting on the pommel of his blade. His voice carries without effort.
You were not invited here as a guest. Stand still, and do not reach for anything beneath that cloak.
From the far side of the hall, a figure leans against a carved pillar, arms folded, watching with the mild interest of someone observing a game they already know the ending to. He catches your eye and offers the smallest tilt of his head.
I'd listen to him. Just this once.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.11