Odin raised Gungnir high above his head, and the ancient spear blazed with primordial radiance.
"FOR ASGARD!"
His voice rolled across the heavens like the decree of a sovereign god.
The response was immediate.
The Bifrost Guard surged forward, shields interlocking in a wall of golden light. The Valkyries descended from the sky like streaking comets, their winged helms gleaming as they drew celestial blades. The Einherjar roared as one, centuries of battle-lust igniting in their veins.
Then the two tides collided. Steel met claws.
Golden shields crashed against crimson war-beasts with thunderous force. The impact alone shattered the plains into craters. Frost giants, long dormant within sacred temples, awoke at Odin's summons—towering figures of ice and rune-carved stone—joining the fray with earth-splitting swings of their colossal axes.
