While Overlord led the elite forces of the Xaos Kingdom through the Abyss—burning, consuming, and erasing all in their path—the True Depravitas moved unseen through another battlefield altogether.
They had slipped silently through the boundaries of space, infiltrating Valhalla, the ancestral realm of the Viking race. Yet the moment their feet touched its hallowed soil, an ominous pressure pressed down upon their souls.
The very essence of the world felt wrong.
Freya froze first. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide as her body trembled. Though she had long left this realm, the Totems of Odinvaldr were still carved into her flesh and spirit—living conduits of divine energy that tied her to her origin.
Now those totems felt hollow.
"I… I cannot feel him," she whispered, her voice shaking. "The light of Odinvaldr—it's gone."
At her words, Vlad, Jormungandr, Fafnir, and Ouroboros exchanged grim looks. The air around them grew colder.
