Reinhard fell through his dreams again, consciousness tumbling through darkness before snapping back into focus. He was Odin once more, standing in the devastated fire realm with weapons in each hand.
The Void-Splinter Spear and the First Flame's blade.
Odin began walking, each step forward as his body began healing itself instantly. Every step he took, a wound would instantly mend and heal until the ninth step, when he was fully healed. On his tenth step, reality responded.
The space before him rippled before it gently split open like fabric parting in the middle. A doorway opened, revealing the familiar white expanse beyond.
Odin stepped through.
The transition was instantaneous.
Fire and devastation vanished, replaced by endless frost. The icy realm stretched out in all directions, its frozen beauty unchanged despite the cosmic battles that had raged elsewhere. Snow fell in gentle curtains.
Ice mountains caught pale light and threw it back in prismatic displays.
