The New Dawn

"The air was thick with the scent of ash and the metallic tang of blood as I stepped onto the battlefield, the remnants of Vigrid stretching out before me like a scar across the earth. The ground was torn and scorched, a testament to the violence that had unfolded here. I could almost hear the echoes of the clashing swords, the battle cries of gods and monsters alike, as they fought in the final struggle of Ragnarok. But now, there was only silence, a heavy, suffocating stillness that pressed down on me like a physical weight. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, loomed in the distance, its branches drooping as if burdened by the destruction that had befallen the realms. Once a symbol of life and connection, the Tree now seemed fragile, its bark cracked and its leaves withering. The barriers between realms, once strong and unyielding, were now as thin as gossamer, frayed at the edges and barely holding together...."