"About Angra Mainyu." Mimir's voice interrupted internal contemplation. "Did you check to see if all the tide has been swept away?"
Reinhard blinked, realizing that he'd been assuming rather than confirming. He switched to Angra Mainyu immediately.
Odin's symbol vanished from his right hand, the horned helmet and crossed swords fading from visibility.
Angra Mainyu's mark appeared in its place. The crown atop, split sun covered by a mask, serpent looped around, chains wrapped throughout, wings spreading outward.
Two crimson-black wings erupted from his back. They extended to the full span before folding slightly, positioned for sensing rather than flight. Reinhard closed his eyes, consciousness expanding through connection to corruption.
