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Chapter 75: The Shattered Veil
Kael felt a pulse within the sword that instant when his eyes met with Draumfangr, it was like a low, thrumming hum that began to build like the deep vibrations of a storm stirring within his chest. The Einherjar’s Blade had never felt like this before. It was no longer simply an extension of his arm, but it had become something else. He could feel it very much alive, reacting to the awakening of Draumfangr, attuned to the terrible magic flooding through Svarthallr. A beast with talons like obsidian struck at his side, but Kael spun just in time, blocking the blow with his sword. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was the blade that sang its edge glowing bright, brighter than the moonlight. Then the world shifted. The moment he held the sword steady, an eclipse of magic washed over him, the blade glowing with a white hot radiance. Kael was awakening with it. The scroll flared in his other hand, and the runes on it writhed like serpents, pulsing in rhythm wit
Chapter 74: The Eye Beneath the World
The ground groaned like the breath of a dying god. Kael staggered back as the stone floor buckled, cracks racing outward from the Runic Pillar. Draumfangr’s eye was vast, slitted, and older than the Nine Realms , had opened. there was no iris. No mercy. It was Just an abyss of golden fire, that was watching. “Run,” Kaida gasped, her voice thinned by pain and a strong fate. “You must run, Kael...now... run!” A shieldmaiden, her face pale and bloodied, didn’t wait. She seized Kael’s arm and pulled. The tremor split through the chamber, sending chunks of obsidian crashing from the ceiling. Kael immediately shoved the scroll into his satchel. Draumfangr’s eye followed him as he turned, the sword of the Einherjar glowing in response to the creature's presence. The blade trembled in his grip. It knew this name. It feared it. The breath of Eir flared inside him, golden veins of light spidering up his arms, fortifying his limbs. His wounds closed. His pulse surged with a god wroug
Chapter 73: The First Blow of the End
Skuggrbani’s roar was not of beast nor man. It was the scream of molten steel being torn apart, of cursed runes breaking and reshaping with every breath. Its eyes blazed like twin suns devoured by shadow. Kael’s blade gleamed as he raised it high. “Einherjar! Shieldmaidens! Strike first and strike deep!” The war cry of the North rose like a tidal wave, and the ground quaked under their charge. Shieldmaidens slammed into Skuggrbani’s legs, driving spears into its joints. Dwarven hammer mages hurled bolts of crushed starlight, cracking through its armor. The elves of Alfheim loosed arrows of radiant wind , yet still, the beast moved. A single swing of its molten arm crushed five men and sent ash flying. “Kael!” Astrid shouted from below, deflecting a falling stone with her shield. “Its heart, the rune-core! It's corrupt but alive!” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we cut it out.” With a leap only an Einherjar could make, he vaulted from a pile of shattered rock and drove his b
Chapter 72: Thrym's Flame
The skies over Nørhaven wept ash. From the blackened clouds above, a crimson light pulsed like the breath of some ancient beast. A heat began to rise that turned even the snow beneath Kael’s boots into steam. The wind smelled of scorched bone and molten iron. All knew what this meant. The Fire Lord had come. Kael stood at the northern watchtower, his eyes narrowed against the thick smoke rolling over the frost-bitten hills. In the distance, rising over the horizon, came the blaze of Muspelheim’s vanguard. Fire giants marched like burning towers, each step leaving charred scars across the land. At the center, looming above all, came Thrym, his sword was Twilight, glowing with the light of a dying star. "Sound the Gjallarhorn," Kael ordered, his voice steady. The guard nodded, sprinting toward the horn at the wall’s edge. Below, the ranks of Nørhaven's defenders braced. The shieldmaidens of Svanhild’s Fortress arrived first, their armor gleaming with divine light At the fa
Chapter 71: Mjölnir Forge And The Weapons of the Damned
In the mountains where Mjölnir was once born, the betrayer now labored to end the realms. Far to the east, beyond the frost bitten peaks of the Dvergfjell Mountains, where thunder once crowned the heavens and the forge of the gods had layed sealed in the depths of the stone, now awakened. The same forge that birthed Mjölnir, the hammer of storms. Now, it answered to Loki. The fire no longer roared gold. It now bled black and violet, hissing with sorcery and great darkness . Anvils cracked with cries not heard since the First War. Chains made from serpent spine and soul iron dangled from the ceiling. This was no forge of creation, it had become the grindstone of oblivion. Loki stood at its center, his eyes wild with purpose. He was not alone. Thrym the frost giant watched his frost giants Pounding heavy metals around the forge. the chill of Jotunheim pouring off him. Hrym, massive and silent, crouched in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the flames. And Jörmungandr, the gr
Chapter 70
Kael chuckled under his breath, the rim of his cup pausing just at his lips. The tavern still burned with life but right outside. outside the moon hung low and wide, like a silver shield in the sky. Stars blinked above the rooftops, and the streets of the northern hold were quiet but for three voices making their way out of the tavern and stumbling through the silence. Kael staggered on the left, steady but swaying, his cloak dragging behind him. Vigdis leaned to the right, humming a half forgotten ballad about a shieldmaiden who once drank a frost giant under the table. Between them, Astrid had her arms hooked around their shoulders, keeping both men from falling and yet barely walking straight herself. "Kael, son of snow and storm," "oh... sorry I head the men called you son of the North,"she slurred, laughing. "You walk like a half frozen elk that forgot its legs." "And you," Kael grunted, elbowing her lightly, "smell like a goat that bathed in mjød." Vigdis roared with
Chapter 69
The sky split open with a sound like shattering bone. The wind carried screams from lands far beyond Nørhaven. Not of fear this time but of readiness for the war. From the heart of the North, the Líð stood as one. Warriors born of snow and storm, their armor humming with old magic. Swords of Ulfberht steel caught the morning light. Axes carved from the bones of fallen giants were raised. Ashwood spears stabbed the air in silent vow. There would be no council. No war council gathering at Hliðskjálf’s Hold. Nobody will be deciding the Course of this battle. No debate. Every realm had heard the cry. The Gleipnir Beacon and the beacon of Heim, the great war burned across the skies, seen even in the deepest corners of the Nine Realms. Its flame whispered to all who still held a sword. And they had all answered. From Álfheimr, the Elven lords rode tall, silver-eyed, mounted on beasts woven from moonlight. Their blades sang with wind and leaf. For the first time in an age, th
Chapter 68
The forge was taken. Loki now controls Jörmungandr, and darkness is spreading all over the realms. His forces, the Jotuns, twisted beasts, and shadows had encamped around the mountain like a tide that refused to retreat. The armies of the realms had withdrawn, what little remained of them. A few thousand survived. The ones left Poisoned, bloodied and the survived weary. They rode in silence. There was no land left untouched by Loki’s destruction. No realm that would be spared. There is no refuge any where. Astrid said to kael from behind as they rode. kael didn't answer her immediately as his gaze was far ahead like he was riding towards something. then he answered with just one word. "Nørhaven ." The last kingdom. The last defense. Kael rode with Eira slumped against him, her body barely held upright. The wound at the side of her ribs still had her weakened. Behind them, Vigdis, and what remained of their broken armies followed, their armor scorched, dragging the
Author's Note: The Beginning of Ragnarök
Hi Readers... This is the start of the battle Ragnarök. Everything has led to this moment. The fate of the gods, Kael, Eira, and their companions will be decided here. This is not just a war , it's a prophecy unfolding, a storm that was always meant to come. The world will break, with the serpent Jörmungandr, and the giant Hrym now released. Even Yggdrasil from its roots will tremble during this event causing the release of various creatures from other realms. so many Gods will fall and a new order will rise. And Loki now stands at its center. If you've followed the journey this far, you know Ragnarök was never unexpected. Kael and Eira were always meant to face it. Now, read on to see how Eira lost her soul… and what Kael became.
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