At the next feast, Randvi leaned close. “You seem… distant, Eivor. Like you are playing a game no one else can see.”
Gungnir crumbled to rust. Mjolnir vanished with a whisper of thunder. Her armor reverted to worn leather and chained mail. A single, flawed sapphire sat in her pouch—the one she had found in a creek as a child, the one that meant something. ac valhalla inventory editor
She smiled. For the first time in a week, the battle felt real . At the next feast, Randvi leaned close
Eivor, ever the pragmatist, pressed it.
Suddenly, the world paused. The rain outside froze in mid-air. The hearth’s flames became amber crystals. And a new menu opened—a list of every item that had ever existed, and some that had not yet been forged. Rows upon rows of swords, helmets, cloaks, and shields, many with names she did not recognize: Thunderer’s Wrath. Basilisk’s Stare. Fallen Hero’s Regret. Mjolnir vanished with a whisper of thunder
Sigurd, back from his madness, stared at her spear with haunted eyes. “That is Father’s. How? The ritual… the Yggdrasil chamber… you were not there.”