{Alfheim…}

"Well, I think we're done here," sighed Ainz.

"A shame neither side wanted to make peace like you wanted them to. Should we try and find the other Elven leaders and deal with them too? This probably wasn't the entire species…" Aura flicked her whip, Queen, gently to one side. Elvish blood and viscera spattered from it onto the once green earth, now stained red as well. "Where's Mare, anyway?"

A small voice replied almost immediately, on the other side of a large hill, which, along with its several neighbors, had not been there some fifteen minutes before. "H-h-here!" Mare's equally small figure appeared over the crest of the nearest hill, holding a simple wooden staff.

Aura whistled. "Whew, this hill is pretty tall. There sure were a lot of Elves..."

Mare daintily jumped down, stepping on the piled bodies.

The Sorcerer King sighed aloud, which caused Aura to glance over to him with concern and anxiety.

"L-Lord Ainz! Did we do anything wrong? Could we have killed them faster? Please tell us!" begged the dark elf tamer.

"Oh, no, no, you've done nothing wrong, either of you. Forgive me for giving off that impression. I was disappointed in the Elven leaders, really. Trying to sell the lives of their people in exchange for their own like that… Remember, Aura. And you too, Mare: the best leaders are servants." Just quoting another leadership book I've been reading. I really hope it sticks with them…

The two dark elf children tilted their heads to one side for a moment, trying to grasp the meaning of this admittedly improvised aphorism.

Ainz continued, ignoring their confusion. "At any rate–" He stopped. There was an incoming [Message]. "[Cocytus]?"

There was a pause as Ainz listened to Cocytus' words.

"[Urgent? I'll return at once, then. I'll see you soon, Cocytus]. Aura, Mare. Something's come up. As for the corpses here, I'll leave them for Demiurge to collect. We have quite a few cadavers already, but having more in stock wouldn't hurt, considering who we're up against."

The twins gave a unanimous response. "Right!"

"L-L-Lord Ainz…" stuttered Mare. "Isn't a leader supposed to b-be in charge? How can they be a s-servant and also in charge?"

"Hmm… How can I explain…? A leader doesn't just give orders and act like they're in charge, Mare. Leaders have a duty to ensure their subordinates succeed. Ensuring they take time to care for themselves mentally and physically, ensuring they are content with their worklife, listening to their concerns and suggestions, and more. All of those are things a leader worth his salt should do. Does that make any sense?"

Aura brightened up a little. "Ohhhh! I get it! That's why you've been trying so hard to get us to take time off! And all those other things like fringe benefits and stuff! I thought those were like tests for loyalty! I mean, they could be both, right, and more, since it was Lord Ainz who came up with that stuff! Right, Mare?"

"Uh, erm, eh –yeah!"

Ainz winced internally. For crying out loud, you two! It's not that convoluted! This is Demiurge's doing, isn't it?! I just hated seeing you guys work yourselves to death, it felt like. That's what I was stuck doing in my old human life, when I wasn't playing YGGDRASIL. That's what poor Hero-hero was stuck doing too, and he seemed even more undead than I am right now! Well, I'm not going to shut them down like this…

"Well, I'm glad you see more of the picture now. We can pick this up later. I don't want to keep Cocytus and his report waiting. [Gate]."

{The Throne Room, the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a half-hour later…}

Albedo furrowed her brow in skepticism as she questioned Cocytus' both verbal and written report. "A tower appeared in the Lake? How?"

Cocytus looked at the floor as he knelt before Ainz. Two of his Frost Virgin vassals were with him. "The. Godkiller. And. His. Child. Were. Seen. Leaving. The. Tower. Immediately. Afterwards. And. My. Scouts. Have. Inspected. The. Tower. Interior. As. Well. There. Was. A. Pedestal. But. They. Could. Do. Nothing. With. It."

Steepling his fingers in front of him, Ainz spoke. "So now there are eight towers in the lake, plus the central structure?"

"Yes. Lord. Ainz. I. Should. Mention. That. It. Was. On. The. Opposite. Side. As. The. Asgard. Tower."

Ainz nodded. "Interesting… Any markings of note on it? To identify it?"

"Yes. My. Lord. It. Is. Included. In. My. Written. Report." The insectoid gestured to one of the Frost Virgins, who stood, reverently presenting some documents to Albedo. She took them, rifled through them, and in turn placed a relevant page on Ainz's desk. Drawn in a part of it was the rune ᛇ.

"Jötunheim, my Lord. It was the only tower whose name was not accounted for in Demiurge's schematics of the Temple."

Demiurge made schematics? When?! This is the first time I've heard of this!

"It. Seems. So. Incidentally. I. Have. Not. Heard. But. How. Did. The. Alfheim. Expedition. Proceed?"

"Ah, that? Well, about as well as you would expect. In just a day, we put a stop to that senseless war of theirs Mimir told us about. At least for now."

"As. Expected. Of. Lord. Ainz."

Albedo smiled with pride. "Precisely."

Ainz nodded again. This kind of praise was still not something he had gotten perfectly used to. "Erm, that is so. Oh, and we needn't share this information with Mimir right now. He may, uh, raise objections to our methods. I think it is good that he asked for the day off since we are discussing this here."

The Guardian Overseer's voice turned cold. "His delight at being absent from his duties misbecomes a servant of the Supreme Beings, even one not created by them. I will correct that attitude when I see him next."

"No need, Albedo. That is the way most people are outside of Nazarick. What others do to survive is not always what they enjoy doing. If anything, all you who were made by my friends are an exception in this world, not the rule. Outside of Nazarick, what people enjoy doing and are required to do for a living can be very different. " Speaking from personal experience, here… Gosh, if playing YGGDRASIL all day was a job in my old world, I'd do it until I died…

"What higher joy is there than service to you, my Lord, who stayed with us to the end? I suppose I should not be surprised that such a truth is lost on those not created by the Supreme Beings or blessed with meaning by them."

"I. Must. Agree. With. Lady. Albedo. Where. Such. Things. Are. Concerned. But. With. Your. Leave. Lord. Ainz. I. Will. Return. To. My. Floor. To. Manage. Affairs. There."

"You have my leave. Good work, Cocytus."

The four-armed Floor Guardian disappeared, teleporting with the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown he wore. Ainz returned his attention to the mountain of bureaucracy atop his desk.

"Albedo, I must insist you drop this matter. Even a private confrontation would only lead to friction and poison Nazarick's relationship with Mimir, which could prove costly as we anticipate conflict with Asgard or the Godkiller. I will have need of Mimir's intellect for such times."

"As you command." Albedo deferred with a bow.

Minutes later, a rapid set of knocks interrupted the silence. The maid of the day, Decrement, opened the door to greet the visitor. After a brief moment, she turned to address the two main occupants of the office. "Lord Ainz, Lady Albedo. One of the Hanzo mercenaries has urgent news from the Re-Estize Kingdom."

"Let him in." One of the mercenary NPC spies I sent to infiltrate the Kingdom and keep tabs on our assets there. If he's got urgent news, it's urgent. I pray Asgard isn't causing trouble. Demiurge tells me one of the royals would be a superb asset.

Decrement opened the doorway fully, allowing the Hanzo to enter. The ninja-type mercenary knelt before Ainz, as all the denizens of Nazarick were wont to.

"Report."

{The Argland Council State… the day before…}

"[World Isolation Barrier]!" A wave of energy shot outward from the floating armored figure's upraised hand, dissipating into the distance. Four weapons, made of platinum like the armor itself, circled around the figure; a hammer, a greatsword, a spear, and a katana. The rain stopped hitting the ground entirely. A disembodied voice sounded from the armored warrior. "What is this? Why are you doing this?"

His opponent, a heavy, hulking monster of a man, snapped his fingers, before pointing them at the flying warrior. From the distance, something like a falling bolt of lightning fell from the sky, before impacting on an invisible barrier. Electricity coursed throughout the barrier, but it held.

"It is fine if you will not answer me. You were a fool to come here and destroy this land alone." It was the platinum warrior's turn, as he gestured towards his foe. He took the greatsword in hand, and the other three weapons angled themselves to stab forward. Faster than the wind, he charged right for his foe.

Although unarmed, the hulking destroyer clenched his meaty fists, and countercharged.

All four platinum weapons landed a hit.

The giant warrior chuckled under his breath, before grabbing the platinum warrior by the pauldrons, slamming him into the ground, before picking him up again and hurling him away over his shoulder. The spear and the katana withdrew themselves from the oozing wounds they had stabbed into the giant, rejoining their fellows at the platinum warrior's side. He drew back, assessing the situation and his monstrous foe.

The towering man took a swig from a small bottle he had. Through the rain and thunder, a column of rainbow light fell over the horizon, landing within the walls of a nearby city. Soon the city glowed orange with fire, and the air grew heavy with pained screams and last breaths.

{The Mayor's Villa, E-Rantel…}

"Hm… What information do you have about the Argland disaster itself? Any details as to its cause?" asked Ainz.

"Eight Fingers is gathering information as we speak, since they already have agents in the country. Before sundown today, they will have a full report prepared. Preliminary information suggests multiple cities and agricultural areas of the country were incinerated within the last 48 hours."

"Hmm…" The most obvious suspect is Asgard, although I can't completely rule out a third party, like the World Item user who attacked Shalltear. Regardless, why would someone just destroy city after city like that? Is this a show of force, or just a random act of genocide? Even if I find proof of Aesir involvement, what good would it do to abrogate our fake alliance over a neutral country? Nazarick will be forced to play defense the entire time if we go to war, since we don't have the ability to travel to Asgard and attack directly, and I'm wary of wasting another use of [Wish Upon A Star] to try and overcome whatever barrier Odin created to block Realm Travel. "Continue to investigate the matter, Hanzo. Albedo, we may need to make some adjustments to our defensive plans. Consult with Demiurge on the matter. Our immediate priority is securing all of our externalized assets, the alchemist family from Carne Village for instance. [Message. Lupusregina Beta]."

Ainz repressed a smile as the Pleiades battle-maid's voice chirped not uncomfortably in his non-existent ear. He found that voice innocent and endearing, even knowing she was a werewolf. Monsters disguised as cute humanoid housemaids was the general aesthetic design when Ainz's fellow guild members created Lupusregina Beta and her six other 'sisters.' "[Ah! Lord Ainz! It's so good to hear for you personally!]"

"[Umu... I have urgent instructions for you. You are to evacuate the people from Carne Village on our list. We will shelter them on the Sixth Floor. Ensure they are brought here promptly, with all their alchemy equipment, and that they are peacefully settled in. I don't want our potion development to be disrupted. Make the arrangements with the Fiores.]"

"[And what about that Goblin Army of theirs, Lord Ainz?]"

"[I suppose we can let a few of them come along, if the… the alchemist family name was Bareare, yes?]

[Yep, it's the Bareares!]

[I'm glad I remember. Anyway, if the Bareares want some goblins to come along, let them. Do not bring the entire summoned army to the Sixth Floor, though. There are simply too many. No more than fifty of their choosing, I think.]"

"[Fifty. Got it! You can count on me, Lord Ainz!]"

"[I intend to, Lupusregina. End Message.]"

Ainz could basically feel the maid's cheery mood on his end, and shook his head rather happily at the thought.

{The Realm Travel Room, Týr's Temple…}

"No, nope, sorry, lads. It's not going to work."

The central pedestal of the Realm Travel Room had been bathed in light, which was rapidly fading. Realm Travel to Jötunheim had failed.

"Wait, what? How?" asked Atreus.

"There's no travel crystal to complete the process of Realm travel. Týr must have used his own eyes to do it, as a final fail-safe if Odin or anyone else got this far."

"Eyes like yours, Head," Kratos mentioned.

Mimir would have nodded if he could. "I've got an eye. One. Odin took out the other eye for this very reason. We'd need to get it back, somehow. But Odin could have stowed it in any of a hundred places, even in Asgard."

Atreus put a hand to his chin while he thought. "What should we do, then?"

"It's a long shot," suggested Mimir. "But we could ask the two dwarves. During my captivity, I'd see Brok, and sometimes Sindri poking around the mountain peak. We could ask them. No promises, but it's a start."

"To the Dwarves then," said Kratos.

{The Huldra Brothers' forge, Týr's Temple antechamber…}

Entering into the Dwarves' forge, Atreus asked that moment's pressing question. "Hey guys, any idea where we could find Mimir's missing eye?"

Sindri was first to respond. "Well, you see- hgh! Odin asked me to- eugh! He showed me and-ogh! And I-urgh-declined! Excuse me…" The dwarf moved off and ducked behind a table, kneeling in front of a bucket as he retched.

Mimir blinked. "Well, that was useless."

Brok rolled his eyes. "Y'know, it was around that same time that Odin asked me to build him a statue with some secret compartment inside. Now it not bein' a weapon and the Aesir bein' a buncha pock-speckled cockers, I too saw fit to decline. But I know he got it built all the same."

"What statue is that?" asked Atreus.

"Oh, it's that one'o Thor out there flashin' his sac to the lake."

Kratos sighed. "The one the serpent ate."

Fully recovered, Sindri returned to talk. "Sorry… I was just-"

Atreus put another question to the two Dwarves. "How are we supposed to look inside the serpent?"

Sindri practically gagged on the spot. "INSIDE?! OH NO!" He dashed back to the bucket, another wave of vomiting coming on with a heave.

"Let's see what the World Serpent's got to say about this…" suggested Mimir wryly.

{The Main Bridge, Týr's Temple…}

Father, son, and reanimated severed head left out the main doors of the Temple. Turning a lever in the center of the bridge, a lift ascended once again, taking them to the great horn they had used before to call the World Serpent, Jörmungandr. Kratos took Mimir off of his belt, and held the severed head so it could blow the horn. A loud thrumming call filled the entire area, and the ground shuddered as the great World Serpent stirred, turning its eyes in the direction of the bridge and the platform in its center. Kratos held Mimir high now, to speak to the Serpent. "THOOOOR-STUH-TOOOOOO… EEEE-KNEEEE-THOOOO THOOOOR-FAAAAH!"

The monstrous beast gave an incomprehensible reply, and turned away. Kratos spun Mimir around.

"Is the statue lost to us?"

"Ah, he thinks it might still be in his stomach… and he's open to letting you row into his mouth to… uh… look inside," came the forlorn answer from Mimir.

Atreus grimaced. "Ewww… really?"

"By the by, he's not wild about it either."

"Father," asked Atreus, "are we really doing this? Letting the Serpent… swallow us?"

"You do not have to come." Kratos turned the lift's lever again, and it lowered itself back to the bridge's walkway.

"Well, I'm not gonna miss this."

Stepping off of the lift, they made their way down some stairs to a nearby boat that had washed up against the Temple pier. In the distance, Jörmungandr lowered himself into the lake, opening his mouth wide, and sinking his lower jaw below the surface. Only his bottom rows of sharp teeth broke the water's surface.

Atreus thought hard as Kratos began to row. "So… if we meet the undead king again, what're we gonna do?"

"We will refuse his so-called aid," replied Kratos. "And defend ourselves if necessary."

"Didn't he say he wanted to get into Jötunheim too? Should we say anything about what we've done to get there?"

Mimir answered this one. "If he's anywhere half as intelligent as Odin, which he certainly is, then he's likely got his own crew of spies all over the place, watching our every move, just like Odin's ravens. The restoration of the Jötunheim tower is a clear sign that there may be some way into Jötunheim."

"What do you think Odin thinks of him? There's no signs of the Aesir attacking anywhere..."

"Now that you mention it… that's odd. Suspicious, even. Odin would definitely consider Ainz a threat. He's not the sort to leave perceived non-threats alone, as we've discussed before… which means–"

"They are in league," said Kratos.

"And Ainz 'helping' us open Jötunheim was all a ruse on behalf of— Oh, that bony bastard! He… did cut our initial journey in half, and he and his minions have been leaving us be. I don't think that exactly aligns with Odin's plans..."

"It is likely until we open the way to Jötunheim. Remember that the undead manipulated us to get to Freya. He likely is manipulating us again, this time to access Jötunheim."

"Brother, that's the longest thing I've heard you say today in a single breath. Three whole sentences."

"There is a time for wit. Not now."

"Right, sorry. Bottom line, we should assume that he is allied with Odin, and has been this whole bloody time. We should let Brok and Sindri know that too. Last thing they'd want to do is make more arms for an ally of the Raven God's."

"So, I don't understand. You're saying Ainz only did all of this to help Odin?" asked Atreus. "So what do we do if we see him again? Are we gonna fight him?"

"Hm…" grunted Kratos. "We will defend ourselves and close the way to Jötunheim so neither Odin or the undead can make use of it."

"Honestly, brother, that's likely all we can do at this point, short of outright going to war with that revenant. And at any rate, carrying on as normal should prove whether or not our belief about Ainz and Odin being allies is true."

"What if it's not true?" wondered Atreus.

"Then we will close the way regardless, and return home when we are finished. Remember to keep your expectations low, boy."

"And I won't be disappointed, I remember…" Atreus turned to look at the Serpent's open mouth, which was drawing ever closer as Kratos rowed. "So should I keep my expectations low about this too?"

"Yes."

Atreus said nothing to Kratos' laconic answer. Mimir did, however.

"Well, lads, I've been to many strange places, but so far, this is the strangest."

"I've never been inside a Giant's belly either… how about you, Father?" asked Atreus.

"Never one that was not trying to eat me."

Mimir sighed. "We should really have expected that response."

Passing through gaps in the Serpent's fangs, the small boat entered the belly of the beast. A foreign smell, neither fair nor foul, wafted toward them. Darkness fell around them as the World Serpent's jaws closed. The only source of light shone from the bifröst Kratos carried on his belt. Kratos rowed onward.

{The skies of Midgard…}

A bright-eyed falcon soared in the air, but below the white clouds that the wind pushed across the sky. Its keen eyes surveyed the ground below, the mountains and valleys, forests and plains that passed below. Descending, the great bird alighted atop a ruined house, where the cold remains of the mighty Frost Giant, Thamur, lay, long ago broken by the hammer of Thor, this ruined village preserved in ice by Thamur's final exhalation of utter cold. In the distance, the World Serpent surveyed the area, its long body coiling around the nearby hills and mountains.

Jörmungandr lurched and curled suddenly, growling in pain at something. And then again, the serpent's vast head swerving towards the frozen ruins. The falcon flapped its wings to fly again, as the World Serpent's pangs began to shake the earth. With a third, final, painful lurch, the Serpent collapsed, vomiting something out of its mouth onto the ground nearby, as with a colossal crash, the Serpent fell onto the mountains.

The falcon circled downward, where the water from the lake nearly touched the exposed hand of the fallen giant Thamur. Whatever the Serpent spat out had fallen there. Standing up from the snow, there was a man, tall, muscular, and bearded, and a slender boy of perhaps twelve. The bird circled down, drawing near to them, before it gave a shrill call. One more circle overhead, and the great bird angled itself down to land on the ground.

Shifting shape in an instant, the falcon was gone, and Freya stood before Kratos and Atreus, looking at them with some perplexion. Her attire was rustic, but refined, the tattoos on her arms darkened. Kratos and Atreus whispered something to each other as Freya surveyed the area again. She turned to speak to them. "The World Serpent… what's happened here?"

"We hoped you might know," replied Atreus.

"You are a long way from home," stated Kratos.

Freya nodded, and replied in an almost appeasing tone. "I'm looking for my son. The two of you… you helped me to see things more clearly."

"You do not know where he is?"

"No… but all around me speaks his name. He walks here… in Midgard."

"When'd you see him last?" asked Atreus.

"Long ago… before you were even born," she said, stooping slightly to make eye contact with Atreus. Kratos stepped in between the two. "Why are you standing so far from me? What's wrong? Something's happened?"

Something caught Atreus' eye before any answer could be given. "There!" he cried, pointing towards the water. All eyes turned. Wading out of the cold, frigid water, brushing past broken shards of ice, Baldur, son of Odin, glared at Kratos and his son. He smirked slightly as he spoke, unreactive to the freezing water that covered him from head to toe.

"I had a feeling that hurting 'the big snake' would bring you two out into the open…" His smirk morphed into a scowl. "Do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me?" He stopped a short ways away, catching sight of Freya. His breath turned irregular, haggard, and his eyes widened at the sight of her.

Freya gazed into his eyes pleadingly. "My boy…"

"Mother…"

"I'm here. Don't run away."

Baldur smiled again, a grotesque twisting of his lips, as he replied. "Oh… I'm not going anywhere, Mother."

"I know that you're still angry. I know that how you feel hasn't-"

Contemptuous, wheezing, laughter erupted from Baldur. "How I feel? How I feel?! I have spent the last hundred years dreaming of this moment. I've rehearsed everything I've ever wanted to say to you, every word, to make you understand what it is you stole from me…" That sickening smile again. "But now… I realize. I don't need you to understand anything. I don't need you… at all." He began to walk menacingly towards Freya. Kratos imposed himself in between mother and son. Freya pulled back at Kratos.

"No! Back off, Kratos, this has nothing to do-" she paused as Kratos gently shrugged her off. He approached Baldur.

"This path you walk… vengeance. You will find no peace. I know."

Baldur held eye contact with Freya for a moment, slowly bringing his hollow gaze towards Kratos. "You… I'll deal with you later. Family first." He lunged towards Freya again, but Kratos pushed him away, and Baldur groaned as he tottered backwards. He shook his head in disappointment. "This again?"

He darted back, putting some distance between himself and Kratos. The two charged at each other, Baldur's blows with fist and foot flying and Kratos' axe whirling through the air to meet them and strike back. Freya and Atreus stood off.

"Please, you have to go!" begged Atreus.

"No, I can reach him!" Shifting into a falcon once more, Freya flew up a nearby cliff of ice, before returning to her humanoid form. On the ground below, Kratos and Baldur continued to clash. Kratos hewed and chopped at Baldur, enough to fell him like a tree, but as soon as the axe was withdrawn from the wounds, the runes painted and tattooed on Baldur's bare chest, arms, and back glowed, and the wounds and gashes closed, the bleeding stopped. Kratos endured blow after blow from Baldur, rapid strikes in quick succession. At last, Baldur shoved Kratos back, and with several successively stronger blows, practically launched Kratos high into the air. The grizzled god landed back on the ground with a crash, and Baldur prepared to close in for the kill.

"STOP! 〔Rót!〕" commanded Freya. At her word, vines erupted from the earth, wrapping around Kratos' ankles and wrists, pinning him in place. More of these magic vines erupted around Baldur's feet, but he darted aside too quickly, scooping up a stone embedded in the ground and hurling it up at Freya. At her command, more vines sprang up before her to block the oncoming stone, and the projectile crumbled on impact.

Atreus ran to his father's side, using his knife to cut his father free from the vines. But there was no time.

"You might wanna turn away, boy," taunted Baldur, cracking his knuckles. "This won't be pretty."

The boy steeled himself, stepping in between his father and Baldur, knife in hand, jostling his quiver of arrows. The damaged quiver strap had been jury-rigged in place with a mistletoe arrowhead. "I won't let you hurt him."

"No, boy…" ordered Kratos.

Baldur shook his head with a smirk. "Fine." He lunged forward towards Atreus and Kratos.

"STOP!" roared Kratos. With an angry yell, Baldur punched Atreus full force in the stomach, sending him flying back into his father, the force breaking Kratos free of Freya's tangling vines. Kratos took his son into his arms. The boy was gasping, shuddering for breath, covered in blood. "Atreus! You're bleeding… breathe, boy!" After a few moments, Atreus managed to inhale, panting from the lack of air before.

"Not… my blood…" he coughed. Surprised, Kratos turned to look at Baldur.

The man who could not be killed stared in astonishment at his hand. The mistletoe arrowhead from the strap had pierced clean through his palm. Blood oozed from the wound. Baldur's breath became ragged again, the runes on his body glowing, and the light from them began to fade. "What is… this…?" His awe turned into a smile of absolute elation. "I can feel this!"

Freya looked on in horror. She knew what was happening.

Baldur felt the freezing snow beneath his feet.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" screamed Freya.

The chilly wind gave him goosebumps.

"I can feel…"

The sting of the mistletoe arrowhead ached through his palm.

In spite of it all, Baldur shivered with joy, the last of the magic protection dissolving away. "I can feel… everything…"

"He's vulnerable now?" wheezed Atreus, still recovering from Baldur's mighty blow.

The Aesir turned around to face Kratos and Atreus, starting to move towards them again to strike. Freya's vines coiled around his wrists, dragging him back.

"No! MOTHER!"

The earth trembled again, the very mountains themselves shifted. The nearby fingers of vasty Thamur clenched into a fist, as if alive again. On the horizon, Thamur's head rose, impaled with the Mason's mighty chisel. The corpse's eyes were dull, unseeing, but the colossal body moved like a simple puppet with the mystical strings of Seiðr sorcery, manipulated at Freya's command. The more distant hand of the dead giant creaked and groaned as it lumbered overhead. Darkness fell all around. A cocoon of vines wrapped themselves around the Vanr, as she cried out once more.

"YOU WILL NOT DO THIS!"

Author's Note: The God of War 4 part is nearly at an end. The God of War: Ragnarok part comes next!