In Muspelheim, the sky was not merely a firmament—it was a burning ocean, a living vault of liquid fire that now trembled as if about to collapse upon itself. The flames that normally danced in chaotic harmony began to oscillate erratically, as if something had disturbed the primordial order of that realm. Streams of magma rose in gigantic columns, cracking the black, incandescent ground as an invisible pressure built up in all directions, crushing the very concept of stability. The entire world reacted… not to an attack, not to an invasion… but to an awakening.
In the heart of that eternal hell, buried beneath countless layers of living lava, something stirred.
First, a tremor.
Then… another.
