Nero stood in the clearing among the rubble of shattered corpses, falling branches and torn roots.
The morning light painted everything in shades of grey and gold. The ruined settlement stretched out before him. The broken buildings, collapsed walls and the corpse of the godtree looming overhead behind him like a monument to an ancient time.
He adjusted his grip on the strap of his satchel.
The strange feeling of his grip on the shaft of Gungnir field his mind.
The spear felt different than it had during the battle.
Heavy and yet, light.
He had decided to test the weapon out. Just like any tool, he had to gain proper mastery of it before it would be of any use to him.
Nero raised it overhead. His muscles rippled and buldged as he got into a throwing stance.
A moment later, he let it fly.
The weapon cut through the air in a perfect arc, traveling through the air for over fifty meters before reaching the point of decline and stabbing into the earth with a clear ring.
