Hecate stood in awe before the grand library of Odin—a structure so vast it seemed to stretch beyond space itself.
Towering shelves carved from world tree roots spiraled upward endlessly, filled with tomes that shimmered with runes of forgotten ages.
Floating lanterns of condensed starlight drifted between aisles, illuminating books that whispered softly to one another, each containing the knowledge of countless eons.
"This," Odin said with quiet pride as he walked beside her, "is the sum of all knowledge the Norse gods have gathered since the birth of creation. There is no truth of our cosmos that cannot be found here."
He extended his hand, and at his call, a golden scroll drifted down from the highest shelf, trailing faint motes of light.
As it landed in his palm, he spoke again, his tone solemn. "This is the Record of Ymir. It contains the exact method by which my brothers and I forged the Nine Realms."
He handed it to Hecate, who carefully unrolled it.
