Countless fragments of light scattered across infinite darkness. Reinhard felt himself falling away from conscious thought, dropping through layers of reality into something deeper.
The falling stopped abruptly.
Before him, space rippled, and Odin appeared.
Sleipnir manifested first, the eight-legged horse defying natural laws. Upon Sleipnir sat Odin, dark jagged armor covered in lines of glowing blue.
A horned helmet hid their face with a small opening. Where eyes should be masked by shadows so deep. Even Reinhard's enhanced vision couldn't penetrate them.
Behind Odin was a tattered cloak trailing from shoulders. The fabric moved slightly despite time being frozen, existing partially outside the effect's reach. Blue wisps similar to those trailing from Zenuken drifted from the cloak's edges.
In Odin's right hand rested a massive spear, black-blue and jagged, covered in streaks and engravings that pulsed with power.
