RAGNAROK – Prologue
In the beginning, there was nothing except the universe. One of the first beings that came out of the primordial goo of creation was Ymir, the cosmic giant. As the first Asgardian, he wandered the universe for ages.
Odin and his brothers, Villi and Ve, slayed the primordial giant and use his bones to create the mountains and rocks, used his brains to make the clouds above and his skull as the greatest mountain in Nidavellir, Ymir-Skull.
As Asgard was threatened from all flanks by her enemies, All-Father Odin ordered the dwarves Eitri, Buri and Brok to make him a weapon that he would wield to defend the Golden Realm. The forces that it took to make the mold of the hammer was difficult, the core of a star was used to create it. For Mjolnir, the hammer itself, the mystical metal Uru was used to make the hammer. The process could not be made in a mere furnace; the cosmos itself was used to be the forge. The forgery shook the heavens and earth, fireballs of the super-hot melting metal fell onto Midgard, killing several beasts and leaving room for man.
The result was the most powerful weapon created in all of existence, Mjolnir. After it came out of the mold, Odin blessed the hammer with his Odinpower, making the already powerful hammer invincible and almighty. But the mold couldn't be destroyed, the dwarf smiths tried everything to destroy the powerful mold but they could not.
Now, the dwarves ventured out of Ymir-Skull with the Mold of Mjolnir, in order to throw into the sea of space from where it came. But when they crossed the bridge that separated Nidavellir and Asgard, the ground shook. The dwarves did not know what was going on, but they held to the still beating mold of the hammer that had been also blessed with the Odinforce so long ago. The bridge began to break and Buri fell through a hole that appeared beneath his feet. Brok tried to grab him but could not save him, but as the result of extending his right arm to grab the falling Buri, the weight shifted. The dwarves fell into the river below along with the sacred mold.
The mold began to vaporize the water and all that was in it. Nothing was left.
Meanwhile in Asgard, in the throne room of the All-Father, now the throne room of Thor, a lone Loki sat on the holy throne. As there was no Odin and no Thor who occupied the seat, Loki looked at the nine worlds through the powers of the throne. This was how Odin maintained a watchful eye on all the nine worlds.
Loki looked at the world of Midgard, how happy they looked and how oblivious were they to the gods who saved them from the wrath of Surtur two months ago. How could Thor mingle with these mortals? Loki did not care, but he wandered the patience of the God of Thunder now All-Father. He looked how the Avatar patrolled the human city with her team, the Avengers. It looked like they all followed her and man of Iron's orders, interesting. Loki grew bored quite quickly of the mortals and decided to look at the other worlds.
His attention was caught by a dead river in the frontier with Nidavellir, several skeletons of dead fishes and of three small bodies could be seen. But what attracted Loki was a mold in the middle of the dead river. Loki wondered what a mold it was, it was huge and it looked mighty, bursting with confined energies. Then he thought this had to be it, the mold that spawned the hammer of his dear brother. What other reason would the dwarves bring out such powerful mold? Loki now knew what to do, and what he was going to do was going to bring all of Asgard to its knees.
But the only way he could do so was to…begin the Twilight of the Gods.