Madara The Messiah

by The Uchiha Wannabe

Madara's Plan for world peace has ended in failure, and just when he is about to enter the spiritual world to finally put his soul to rest, The Sage of the Six Paths Hagoromo Ostutsuki has a different Idea. Read as Madara travels to another world to become the sage of six paths and try to foster world peace, but this time he does it a different way

31. Chapter 29 Part 2 Ragnarok Approaches

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Count Down: 75 days until Ragnarok

The darkest days of the Norse mythology have come upon the nine realms, The great war, the long predestined war, the all consuming war, the war to end them all is now on the horizon and there was absolutely no escaping it.

Fimbulwinter, the harshest and most cruel of winters, has been absolutely ravaging quite a number of the nine realms, plants were dying, animals were finding less and less ways of surviving, just Fimbulwinter alone was causing mass destruction and death, so many of the Norse mythology population were succumbing to the greatest winter of all time.

Things were no looking even more bleak, as now the light of Alfheim was gone, it should be a reminder that the light of Alfheim was powering a quite a portion of the Yggdrasil, and with it now gone, the nine realms were truly standing on it's last legs, the end was near and hope was being swallowed up by despair, truly the desired the affect the Old Satan Faction wanted to make on all those who oppose them.

The World Tree, lifeblood of the realms now trembles with a deep, resounding groan that reverberates through its vast branches and ancient roots.

The once-vibrant veins of golden energy that coursed through its trunk begin to dim, flickering sporadically like a dying flame, Sap, usually thick and golden, has turned thin and sluggish, bleeding from cracks that now form along the bark, trailing downward in dark, sap-streaked lines, like tears running down a grieving face.

The leaves, once lush and green, have shifted to hues of dull brown and brittle amber, their edges curling as if scorched by an invisible fire.

An eerie silence descends over the realms as the Tree's vast canopy loses its natural hum of energy and life, casting an unnatural shadow over the lands within it, The ancient branches sway and creak with unnatural stiffness, as though their vitality is fading, weighed down by the absence of light and warmth that once fed them.

The Yggdrasil is still standing, but it shudders, clinging to life as it struggles to hold together the very fabric of the Nine Realms. The warning is clear: without the Light of Alfheim, the World Tree is waning, and with it, the delicate balance of existence itself is at risk of unravelling.

With the Yggdrasil weakening and the Light of Alfheim extinguished, Asgard, once a realm of golden skies and rolling fields, now lies cloaked in an unyielding blanket of Fimbulwinter, the home of Odin just looked like a complete wasteland.

The air has grown thin and brittle, like shards of ice piercing through even the thickest of cloaks, as temperatures plummet further. The sky is perpetually heavy with storm clouds, dense and ominous, swirling like an endless vortex over the land. Snow falls without end, silent but suffocating, layering over everything in thick, unbroken sheets that muffle sound and swallow the once-vibrant colours of Asgard's landscapes.

The biting cold gnaws at Asgard's very foundation, seeping into the stones and winding through the streets of Valhalla like a silent spectre of death, The once-resilient Einherjar now face each day with uncertainty, feeling the very essence of their world drain with each passing moment.

Alfheim, once known for its eternal Spring and vibrant light, is now a shadow of its former self under the relentless grip of Fimbulwinter and the absence of its life-giving light, The land, once lush with flowers and verdant forests, lies cold and barren, blanketed in a bleak, frost-covered desolation. Without the warmth of the Light of Alfheim, the perpetual night feels even darker and more oppressive, casting an unbroken veil of twilight over the realm.

For the elves, this unrelenting winter is unlike anything they have ever known. Their skin, accustomed to the warmth of an eternal summer, now feels painfully chilled, and the thin, silken garments they once wore are replaced by layers of heavy furs and cloaks. The dark elves, better adapted to colder climes, fare slightly better than their light elf counterparts, yet even they find themselves struggling under the oppressive weight of the constant cold. Light elves, who are most attuned to the sun's and light's energy, appear especially drained, weakened to the point of collapse, many slipping into a state of lethargy as if the darkness itself is consuming them from within.

Within the once-bright city of Ljosvalar, Alfheim's capital, the grand palaces and homes are lined with frost, their elegant spires covered in layers of snow and ice. Windows, once open to let in the warm breezes, are now shut tight, glazed with ice. Fires burn low and dim, struggling against the weight of the unnatural cold. The city, which once echoed with music, laughter, and the lively chatter of its inhabitants, has fallen silent, with people speaking in hushed tones, casting wary glances at the ever-darkening sky.

The spirit of Alfheim feels as if it's slowly being extinguished, the magic of the land waning as it slips further from its connection to light. The light elves, in particular, are deeply affected by the loss, their magical abilities weakening as the light they once drew from begins to fade. Many feel as though their strength has been sapped away, leaving them hollow and vulnerable, mere shadows of their former selves.

As the elves watch their realm fall to the icy grip of Fimbulwinter, a sense of hopelessness settles over them. They fear for their future, knowing that without the Light of Alfheim, and without Ályndra their world will continue to wither, perhaps beyond any hope of recovery. The land, once the embodiment of beauty and life, now stands on the brink of desolation, and the elves can only wonder how long they will be able to endure the unending winter that has claimed their world.

In Jotunheim, Fimbulwinter's relentless grip has driven the already war-torn and inhospitable realm into an even darker and more severe state. This land of giants, once defined by its towering peaks, frozen tundras, and vast glaciers, is now shrouded in an overwhelming cold that penetrates even the thickest rock and the hardest ice. The air, frigid and biting, cuts like shards of glass against any who dare venture into the endless blizzards that now sweep across the land, with snowstorms so dense they obscure even the closest surroundings.

The mountains of Jotunheim, which once loomed like silent, indomitable guardians, now wear layers of glacial ice, thick and treacherous, covering even their jagged peaks. Massive icicles dangle precariously from cliff sides, while heavy sheets of ice frequently crack and avalanche down the slopes, thundering through the valleys below. The caves and crevices, where giants once took shelter, have become like traps, sealed off by ice that forms over entrances, trapping and freezing all within.

The great plains of Jotunheim, usually stark and open, are now buried under endless snowdrifts. Frost forms in elaborate patterns across the ground, Rivers have transformed into solid pathways of blue, jagged ice, winding through the land like frozen arteries, their former rush silenced by Fimbulwinter's bitter hold.

In Jotunheim's deep forests, the gnarled trees are coated in thick rime, their branches frozen into unnatural, twisted shapes as if caught mid-motion by the ice. These woods are eerily quiet, devoid of the howling wolves or roaming beasts that once prowled them. The cold is so intense that it has driven even the most formidable of creatures to seek shelter or perish in the unforgiving environment. The few beasts still out in the open are skeletal and gaunt, moving slowly, their forms obscured by the frost that clings to their fur and hides.

The skies above Jotunheim, once a stormy gray, have become darker, an endless twilight, where heavy snow clouds blot out the stars and any trace of sunlight. A strange, unnatural silence pervades the realm, broken only by the distant rumble of avalanches or the crack of ice splitting deep beneath the ground.

In Jotunheim, where survival has always demanded strength and endurance, Fimbulwinter and the weakening of Yggdrasil have created a realm that feels less like a home and more like a graveyard.

*Vanaheim: Fimbulwinter*

*Skjoldheim Royal Capital Of Vanaheim*

*Time: 07: 49 AM ; Temperature: -10C / 14F

And now time for Vanaheim, where we find our heroes, and unfortunately for them, the conditions of Vanaheim were identical to the conditions of the other three realms mentioned, Vanaheim was truly a shadow of it's former self, and the people of Vanaheim were having a hard time surviving and enduring the harshness of Fimbulwinter.

Vanaheim has always been a lush and earthly realm, it is quite similar to Alfheim, with their being a lot of vegetation and plant life, it is a realm that is very connected with nature, and for nature to constantly experience unbearable levels of cold was honestly too much.

Animals were dying and crops were vanishing, if things go on the way they are, Vanaheim's people will soon run out of food and a great famine will come upon the realm these next 75 days will truly test the resilience and grit of Freya's and Freyr's people.

*Wall crumbles down*

"Calm down brother!" Brahma said as he was trying to calm down Shiva.

(Heavy Breathing): "How do you expect me to calm down?!" Shiva questioned looking at his brother with a great deal of anger and frustration.

The Hindu god of destruction punched a wall due to the frustration that has been building up inside of him, the past couple of days have been driving the deity crazy.

"However destroying a wall does not help our situation, if we allow our frustration get the better of us, than our enemies already have us beat." Vishnu said as he approached and placed his hand on his frustrated brother's shoulder.

Shiva just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he knew his brother was correct, it's just that the past few days has really gotten to the Hindu god of destruction and it was due to one thing, the destruction of the light of Alfheim.

The light of Alfheim is a core aspect of the Norse mythology, as stated the light of Alfheim powers a portion of the Yggdrasil the world-tree, but also it is the main power source of the Bifrost, which is what allows travel throughout the nine-realms, therefore without the Bifrost travel between realms is completely impossible.

This unfortunately means that the Akatsuki are stuck in Vanaheim, they cannot travel to any other of the realms, of course those who are not apart of the Norse mythology can easily teleport to their homes, their realms and their mythologies, however if they do leave, they cannot re-enter back into the Norse mythology.

As stated before, the Bifrost is no longer functioning, therefore if they leave, they will be locked out of the Nine Realms, so if the members of the Akatsuki desire to participate in Ragnarok and defeat the Old Satan Faction, they have to stay in Vanaheim.

"Looks like Madara's plan failed." Freya said in a tone that was completely devoid of all hope and belief.

The members of the Akatsuki all gave Freya a curious stare as they were wondering what exactly was the Vanir goddess talking about.

"What do you mean by that Freya?" Ra questioned with him and all other members of the Akatsuki giving Freya their attention.

"When we were in Jotunheim, Madara told me that he got information from Diana that the Old Satan Faction planned on invading Alfheim and destroying the light of Alfheim." Freya explained but kept her eyes to the ground, she didn't have the strength to look at her comrades in the eyes.

(Scoffs): "Is anyone surprised?" Amaterasu questioned as Madara messing things up is nothing new to the Shinto goddess.

Once again Yasaka's blood was beginning to boil at hearing her best friend's words, however for the sake of Kunou, Yasaka has decided to control herself and not allow her emotions to get the better of her just like last time.

"You know, I am not to fond of Madara myself, but is it always his fault?" Penemue questioned while looking at the Shinto goddess.

"Of course it is, the coward manipulated you all to go to Jotunheim with half of your powers, what kind of individual thinks it is a brilliant idea to go against such a serious threat like the Old Satan Faction with half of their powers? What would've happen if all of us went to Jotunheim with 100% of all our powers, perhaps things could've been different, perhaps we might have beaten the Old Satan Faction and then all of us together head for Alfheim to stop the destruction of the light of Alfheim." Amaterasu said while giving Penemue her undivided attention.

Once again Yasaka had to contain herself, as Amaterasu was just spinning the story in the way she wanted to see it, it was taking everything from the nine-tails to not lash out, after all she was thinking of Kunou's feelings.

As for the rest of Madara's crew they were really not liking what the Shinto goddess was saying, in fact ever since Amaterasu has been dragging Madara's name in the mud, the group has been growing to resent the lady of the sun.

"No."

Everyone once again shifted their attention to Freya and they could see that the Vanir goddess was keeping her eyes firmly locked on Amaterasu.

"This is all my fault, not Madara's, Madara constantly kept warning me not to go to Jotunheim, and yet I didn't listen, we all remember after all, the reason he called for us to meet was to warn us about the Old Satan Faction's activity here in the Norse mythology and that we should abandon trying to recruit the giants." Freya said with her not breaking eye contact with Amaterasu.

The ex-wife of Odin spoke the truth, even Amaterasu had to admit that point, Madara constantly was against the idea of going to Jotunheim, he was the one who kept telling Freya to abandon the idea and give up on the giants, after all the Akatsuki went to Jotunheim because it was what Freya wanted, it was her decision that killed her son's life.

"Therefore Madara had every right to go to Jotunheim without his real body, to be honest he did more than I could ever ask for, if the tables were turned and I was the one against the idea of going to Jotunheim, I would've not even pitched up, Madara not only went to Jotunheim, he fought to protect my son, I have nothing but gratitude for Madara Uchiha." Freya said now looking back down to the floor.

Yasaka just smirked at Freya's words and gave Amaterasu a smug look, the look that if it was able to communicate it would say, "See! I told you so!".

Amaterasu just clicked her tongue, she refused to go down without a fight.

"Well then? What about my point of Alfheim?" Amaterasu questioned looking at Freya.

Freya just raised her eyes and looked at Amaterasu.

"Alfheim is a scared place, not anyone can just enter the land of the elves, the land has to accept you, even Odin and I have not entered Alfheim, we do have a passage that leads to it, however the light of Alfheim has always rejected us, therefore I am pretty much certain it would have rejected all of us here, I don't know what Madara did, but somehow he was protecting the light of Alfheim, and proof of that is due to the fact that the light has only left recently, the Old Satan Faction have been here for quite some time, and in Alfheim for quite some time, and only now was the light destroyed, I will say it again, Madara is not to be blamed." Freya said.

"Hmph." Amaterasu just folded her arms and shifted her attention to the side, she just refused to accept Freya's words.

"Now what's next? We are stuck here in Vanaheim, so travelling is out of the question, we need to find another way to prepare for Ragnarok." Michael said then shifted his attention to Jesus.

"We must train, no point focusing on the things we cannot change, we might as well make the most of our situation and focus on the things we can change." Jesus said, although right now he really does miss Madara, because if the Akatsuki were to train, the Uchiha is the one person that could potentially push the son of the Holy one.

All the other members of the Akatsuki resonated with what Jesus said, at the end of the day it was either, teleport to their own realms, but that would mean never coming back, sit around and complain about the current situation, or making the most of what they have and doing everything they can to prepare for Ragnarok.

"Yeah you right about that, we might as well wipe ourselves into shape, we got a war on the Horizon." Azazel said now standing next to Jesus.

Penemue raised her hand as there is something she wanted to say before they start with the whole anime training montage.

"Yes Penemue?" Jesus said giving his attention to Azazel's right hand woman.

"Now listen, I am not trying to start a fight or anything, all I am asking is an honest question, with the Bifrost no longer functioning, it means no one is allowed to enter the Norse Mythology right?" Penemue asked now looking at Freya.

(Nods): "Yes that is correct." Freya said with her looking at Penemue.

(Shifts attention to Madara's group): "Like I said guys, I am not trying to fight...truly not at all, but if we think about this, Madara teleported away, we all know he has his own pocket dimension, so chances are he is cooped in there and now the Bifrost is gone, so there is a good chance that he is locked out and won't even be there to help us in Ragnarok." Penemue said doing her best not to anger or offend Madara's group.

Everyone paused and thought about Penemue's words, the fallen angel's logic did actually make sense, Kamui is it's own dimension completely separate from the Nine Realms, therefore if Madara is in Kamui he technically is no longer in the Norse mythology and with the Bifrost down, the Uchiha is completely locked out, therefore he won't even be able to participate in Ragnarok.

Madara's group did not like Penemue's words at all, the group was not necessarily angry at the fallen angel, they didn't like her words because they actually make a lot of sense, and if they make a lot of sense, chances are the group will have to fight Ragnarok without their leader.

"A war against the Old Satan Faction without Madara Uchiha, this indeed will be rather troublesome." Odin said, contemplating Penemue's words.

Ever since the Akatsuki has formed, Madara has been one of the star players in the group, the Uchiha was powerful but more than anything he was extremely unpredictable, Madara had too many tricks up his sleeve for the Old Satan Faction to handle, our protagonist was always someone the Old Satan Faction struggled to handle, so for the Akatsuki to no longer have Mr unpredictable was a massive blow.

Even Amaterasu, for all her hatred of Madara, even the Shinto goddess of the sun and the universe knew that Ragnarok without Madara would be ten times harder, Yasaka's best friend absolutely cannot stand the Ghost of the Uchiha, but even she admits that Madara is powerful and quite the useful ally.

(Deep Breaths): "Then we fight without him, simple as that." Jesus said, giving Penemue a no nonsense expression.

Penemue and the rest of the Akatsuki could see the seriousness in Jesus's eyes, the son of man did not have time to entertain the thought of fighting Ragnarok without his good friend, Madara was not here and there is nothing they can do but move forward without him.

"Okay then, let's get to it." Penemue said, being slightly intimidated by Jesus's stoic expression.

"Alright then, Freyr if you don't mind, could you please guide us to a place where we can train." Jesus requested now shifting his attention to the twin brother of Freya.

"Certainly...(Stands up)...this way everyone." Freyr said then began walking out the throne room, and one by one members of the Akatsuki followed the Vanir god.

*Muspelheim: Fimbulwinter*

*Surtr's Mountain Top*

*Time: 11: 27 AM ; Temperature: 500C / 932F

It has been days for this group of the Old Satan Faction, they have been completing one trial by fire, then another one, and then another one, for what so many thought would've taken a couple of hours or even a day at most has been almost a week of fire trails, in the hottest realm out of the Nine realms.

Currently the Old Satan Faction are climbing up Surtr's mountain, where they suspect they will find the Legendary king of the Fire giants and the being that will burn all Nine realms to the ground at Ragnarok.

Surtr's mountain was monstrous, rising sharply from the ashen ground like a pillar of doom, This towering, jagged peak pierces the smoky sky, surrounded by thick, dark clouds tinged with a faint orange glow from the relentless flames below and within the mountain. Its surface is a brutal landscape of blackened rock, scorched by lava flows and charred by the endless fires of Muspelheim, leaving behind sharp, twisted formations and steep, unforgiving cliffs.

Climbing this mountain is a test of endurance and resilience. The heat from the rocks is fierce enough to blister skin on contact, and searing winds whip across the mountainside, carrying clouds of ash that sting the eyes and scorch the lungs. The narrow paths are treacherous, winding erratically with sharp drops on either side, offering few handholds and demanding every ounce of strength from those who attempt the climb. Higher up, the trails grow even more treacherous, with shifting rubble underfoot and bursts of fiery embers that can engulf a climber without warning.

(Heavy Panting Heavy Sweating): "Damn it Rizevim!...(Heavy Panting)...when are we reaching the summit of this damn mountain?!" These were the words coming from an extremely exhausted but also irritated Diana, as her and many others in the group, where hating every second of climbing this mountain.

(Heavy Panting): "Almost...(Wipes sweat)...there." Rizevim said as he could see the top in sight.

The rest of the Old Satan Faction just rolled their eyes at their leaders words, they have been hearing those words for the past few hours, although this time, the son of the devil spoke the truth, there truly was only a little bit left until they reach the top of Surtr's mountain.

So they were was no use in complaining, they just gathered what ever strength they had left and kept climbing to the top, Rizevim being in the lead got to the top first and picked himself up, and once he was at the top what his eyes saw truly did please him.

The rest of the Old Satan Faction made it to the top and they were truly in awe of what their eyes, were beholding, all of them could see the mighty king of the fire giants Surtr, the one person Odin fears, although Loki's child has the power to kill Odin, it is Surtr who give the All-father nightmares.

Rizevim...Thrum...and friends? What brings you to my realm?" Surtr questioned and just his voice alone was enough to intimidate the members of the Old Satan Faction.

For the first time in a long time, Rizevim bowed and he gave the individual a respectful bow, usually when Rizevim bows, it is in a mocking manner, but this time, the leader of the Old Satan Faction was showing great levels of respect to the individual in front of him.

Thrum followed suit, as the king of Jotunheim knows very well how powerful the king of Muspelheim was.

Everyone else saw what Rizevim and Thrum were doing and decided to follow their lead, if Rizevim of all people is showing respect to someone, that means the individual is someone not to take lightly.

"Raise your head, son of Lucifer and answer my question." Surtr demanded with his eyes glowing bright yellow.

Rizevim nodded and raised his head, the others also followed suit and raised their heads, however this was a great mistake, that angered the king of Muspelheim.

"Last I remember, I said Rizevim raise your head, the rest of you keep them bowed." Surtr demanded and by the sheer force of his power, forced the other members of the Old Satan Faction to keep their heads bowed which greatly surprised them.

"Lord Surtr, I see that you are in good health." Rizevim said being as respectful as possible, to the great king of Muspelheim.

"Hmph...what an absurd statement Rizevim, when have you ever seen me in bad health?" Surtr questioned.

Rizevim bit his tongue, he didn't know how to respond to that, the son of the devil was just trying to be respectful and polite to the king of the fire giants.

Pandora was absolutely shocked, this is the first time ever, she has seen Rizevim be this intimidated and nervous when conversing with someone, therefore if Rizevim of all people is nervous that could only mean the Old Satan Faction, are bowing before a force, they have never experience before.

"Enough with the pleasantries Rizevim...(Flexes Powers)...I will say this one more time child of the devil...(Eyes Glow)...what brings you here to my realm?" Surtr questioned with his power causing the mountain to shake and vibrate.

Rizevim took a deep breath, the leader of the Old Satan Faction had to play his cards right, because if not, Surtr has enough power to kill them all and the fire giant would have no trouble at all.

(Deep Breaths): "Right...Lord Surtr, I will first clear up what is happening in the Norse Mythology, 15 days ago, we killed Baldur, the son of Odin and Freya and began Fimbulwinter, and 4 days ago we destroyed the light of Alfheim, shutting down the Bifrost." Rizevim explained.

"Ah...so that's why the temperature here in Muspelheim has dropped so drastically, it could only be Fimbulwinter that has such an effect on Muspelheim." Surtr said now looking around his kingdom, he has noticed that it is a lot cooler in Muspelheim these days.

'What a minute?! He is saying that the temperature dropped dramatically?! This unbearable heat that we have been experiencing the past few days, is not even the hottest this realm can be?! Just how hot can this realm be?!' Victoria questioned as she and the other members of the Old Satan Faction have been sweating non-stop due to this supposedly lower temperature.

"So you and your companions were able to do it huh? To do something even your father could not do, you were able to kill Baldur, I must know child of the devil, what was the key to killing the invincible Baldur?" Surtr questioned.

Rizevim went ahead to explain all that happen in Jotunheim, their plan and what was the key to killing the son of Odin and Freya.

Surtr just paused and have Rizevim a look of disbelief.

"So you are actually telling me, the secret to killing Baldur, was a mistletoe? a piece of insignificant vegetation, was the key into killing a god that could take even my strongest attack...(Eyes Glow)...I demand evidence child of the devil." Surtr demanded as there was no ways he could believe what Rizevim was saying.

"If I may Lord Surtr." Rizevim requested as he wished to get closer to the king of Muspelheim.

Surtr: "Come."

Rizevim get close to Surtr and reached out his hand, Surtr took his right index finger and connected to the palm of Rizevim's hand and that's when Rizevim was able to transfer his memories to Surtr, and the king of the fire giants could see first hand that indeed the key to killing Baldur was truly a mistletoe.

Surtr disconnected his finger from Rizevim's palm, the fire giant, truly could not believe this, something as simple as mistletoe was more effective at killing Baldur than Surtr himself.

"Of all things, Freya disregarded a mistletoe, the Aesir at times never cease to amaze me, very well then, you I understand why and how Fimbulwinter has began, however my question still remains, what are you doing here child of the devil?" Surtr questioned.

(Bows): "Lord Surtr, we wish for you to join us in our conquest to rid this existence of the Akatsuki and the Aesir at Ragnarok, you are the one entity in Norse Mythology that has enough power to burn down the all Nine Realms, we humbly request that you join the Old Satan Faction and assist us in forging a new existence, an existence that will be ideal to all members of the Old Satan Faction you are a great and powerful being, and you with you by our side Ragnarok is certainly ours to win." Rizevim said keeping his head bowed.

Surtr remained silent and just kept looking at Rizevim's bowed head, and the silence was truly worrying the leader of the Old Satan Faction, this was truly one of the first times Rizevim didn't have the power to force someone to join him, this truly was Surtr's decision.

"You completed the trials by fire and by doing so, you receive one wish from me, I am a being that values his reputation and his promises, seeing that you have this request, this is what I will do for you child of the devil, I will assist the Old Satan Faction from now on and at Ragnarok, however, after Ragnarok you wish becomes invalid." Surtr said.

(Raises Head): "So what you are saying Lord Surtr is that once Ragnarok is done, you will no longer be working with us?" Rizevim questioned while looking at Surtr.

Surtr: "Indeed."

Although this is not what Rizevim completely wanted, he wanted Surtr to join the Old Satan Faction, he will most definitely take this, having Surtr on their side at Ragnarok pretty much guarantees their win against the Akatsuki.

"Thank you so much Lord Surtr." Rizevim said.

Surtr released his powers and allowed for the other members of the Old Satan Faction to stand.

"So you and your fire giants are on our side Lord Surtr?" Thrum questioned his fiery counterpart.

"Indeed, the entire might of Muspelheim will be on the Old Satan Faction's side." Surtr said while shifting his attention to the king of Jotunheim.

"Excuse me Lord Surtr?" Victoria called out as she has been dying to speak to the king of Muspelheim.

Surtr: "Yes?"

"I see that you have such an abundance of magnificent swords, would you be so kind as to allow me to have a crack at one of them?" Victoria requested.

"By all means indulge yourself, I am somewhat of a sword maker, therefore it does delight me when someone wishes to test my wares." Surtr said.

Victoria bowed in gratitude, then began walking around the mountain top looking for a blade that would speak to her, it was not long until she found one such blade.

(Whistles): "Would you look at her...she is beautiful." Victoria said then began approaching the sword, Surtr and everyone else watched on with curiosity.

The former queen of England eventually reached the sword and placed her hand on the giant hilt, Surtr's eyes glowed and he used his power to shrink the sword to a more manageable size for Victoria, the former queen of England then used her insane physical strength to pull out the sword in which it was embedded in brimstone.

Once the sword was in her hand, the former queen of England felt an instant connection with the blade, a surge of power was flowing throughout her body, almost like her and the blade have become one.

"Incredible." Victoria muttered while admiring Surtr's divine craftsmanship, this was one of the most beautiful and flawless swords she has ever had the pleasure of holding.

(Shifts attention to Surtr): "May I?" Victoria requested seeking permission from the creator of the sword.

Surtr: "By all means."

Victoria gripped the sword hard and swung it and the blade created a shock wave of pressure so powerful and so intense that it completely split the top of the mountain they were adjacent to.

Victoria and the other members of the Old Satan Faction were shocked, the shock wave of the blade was so intense that it could split the mountain.

"Amazing...this blade is more powerful that anything I have in my arsenal, I didn't even use that much force and it was able to split the mountain." Victoria said with her once again admiring the blade.

(Chuckle): "Her name is in Infernael." Surtr said being rather amused at Victoria's admiration of his creation.

Victoria immediately shifted her attention to Surtr and bowed before the fire giants, she had a massive request and was hoping that Surtr would indulge her.

(Bowing): "Lord Surtr, if you are to be so kind your grace, may I take possession of this absolutely magnificent weapon?" Victoria requested, hoping and praying that she may be able to have Infernael to her collection.

Surtr just looked on and smirked at Victoria, the king of Muspelheim has to say one thing, this interaction with the Old Satan Faction is quite amusing.

(Chuckle): "Since you are such a great admirer of the blade, it is only fitting that you be it's wielder, so yes, you may have Infernael...besides it is one of the worst blades I have created." Surtr said.

Victoria and the rest of the Old Satan Faction stared at Surtr with widened eyes, they couldn't believe what they just heard, this amazing sword that Victoria just used to split the top of a mountain was.

"Forgive me Lord Surtr, I must have misheard you...did you by chance say that this is one of the worst blades you have created?" Victoria questioned as she wanted confirmation on what her eyes were hearing.

(Eyes glowing): "You did not mishear me, that is indeed one of the worst swords I have created, I have much better blades than Infernael, but go on take the blade, I am sure you will put it to good use, the rest of you as well, take whatever you like, it would be a shame if my wares remained her unused." Surtr said now focusing his attention to the rest of the Old Satan Faction.

"You spoil us Lord Surtr, are we truly allowed to take your magnificent swords?" Rizevim questioned wanting to make sure that this was not a trick.

"As I said before, the Old Satan Faction have the support and might of Muspelheim on their side, help yourselves, take whatever you belief will serve you at Ragnarok." Surtr said.

Rizevim's face adopted a devilish smile, to have Surtr, his fire giants and his weapons at his disposal was music to his ears, things were just going their way.

"So now what's next? We have secured Lord Surtr what is the next course of action my lord?" Brynhildr questioned now making her way to Rizevim.

"Next we go for Loki's most dangerous child isn't that right Loki?" Rizevim questioned now shifting to his attention to the god of mischief.

Loki (Smirks): "That's right."

"Hoo? You are looking for Fenrir huh? That means your next destination is Niflheim." Surtr said deciding to interject.

"You know where my child is Lord Surtr?" Loki questioned.

"Indeed, Sinmara has taken quite a liking to your wolf, seek her out and you will find Fenrir, as well as the two other wolves." Surtr said then stood up from his throne.

"Are you coming with us Lord Surtr?" Pandora questioned.

"No Ragnarok is on the horizon, I must go and craft my greatest sword, the sword that has enough power to burn all nine realms to the ground." Surtr said looking down at Pandora.

(Bows): "Thank you so much Lord Surtr, you have done more that enough." Rizevim said.

Surtr raised his right hand an a fire emblem manifested and then he lowered it to Rizevim.

"Take this fire emblem and once you encounter, show Sinmara, she will assist you when she sees it is I that has sent you." Surtr said then began walking away to his forge.

"Diana if you may?" Rizevim requested.

Diana just rolled her eyes, it looked like she was the Old Satan Faction's storage device since she has Kamui, however Diana got over her emotions, activated the Sharingan and Kamui'd away the fire emblem.

(Claps hands): "Alright then, ladies and gentlemen, operation Muspelheim was a success, before we head to Niflheim, I believe we all deserve a well earned rest, we return to Helheim for some rest." Rizevim said.

Every one else released a sigh of relief, finally it was over, and they would be able to rest, after almost a week of doing trials by fire non-stop.

"Alright then, let's collect some weapons that we will need and then head back to Helheim." Thrum said.

*Vanaheim: Fimbulwinter*

*Skjoldheim Royal Capital Of Vanaheim*

*Time: 11: 32 AM ; Temperature: -7C / 19,4F

*68 Days Until Ragnarok *

A week has passed for our heroes, and they have been hard at work, training for that fateful day, but there was a sort of beauty in this demoralizing circumstances and that was simply because they were together.

The time spent together was really raising everyone's spirits, they were laughs and smiles being spread around the Akatsuki, a sense of hope, comfort and belief was spreading throughout our heroes, jokes were being made, stories were being told, previous traumas and regrets were being shared, and most of all bonds were being formed and strengthened.

Their was even a system to counter Fimbulwinter here in Vanaheim that was formed, those of the Akatsuki who can produce great levels of heat and fire, were called upon to share their powers, most significantly were the likes of Amaterasu, Helios, Ra and Jesus, with the help of Issei using his powers to boost them Fimbulwinter's grip on Vanaheim was massively weakened.

There was a rotation system, at specific points of the day, each member of the Akatsuki would take the roles of warming up Vanaheim, but truth be told, the real star of this system was Issei, with his sacred gear he was boosting those who were warming up Vanaheim, the Red Dragon Emperor was honestly making their jobs so much easier.

With the Ice melting, large quantities of water was resting on the surface of the land, that's when the likes of Poseidon and Susanoo were called upon to deal with the water, but they worked in tandem with the likes of Demeter, Freyr and Vishnu who all create a system to revitalize the soil and make the land produce crops and vegetation once more.

With their now being vegetation and crops, the animals of Vanaheim had food once again, with the help of the gods, nature was thriving once again in Vanaheim and with their being more and more animals, the likes of Artemis, Athena and even Freya were able to hunt and bring bountiful amounts of food for the Akatsuki.

Our heroes were receiving quite a lot of love and worship from the people of Vanaheim, the Akatsuki were taking matters into their own hands and because of that Vanaheim was thriving, our heroes instilled a sense of hope and belief into the people of Vanaheim , it looked like if they all worked together, then perhaps they can make it and win Ragnarok.

With the intervention of the Akatsuki, Vanaheim looked like it may very well return to it's glory days and return to being the most fertile land of all the nine-realms.

All was going well and everything truly seemed to be on the rise, but for certain members of the Akatsuki, there was a very crucial piece missing to make things perfect, Madara Uchiha.

To say that Madara is missed would be the biggest understatement of the decade, the absence of the Uchiha was having a profound effect on all those who hold him dear, it has been over two weeks since they have seen him and it was really starting to affect them emotionally.

Asia was as helpful as always, doing everything she can to assist and healing anyone and everyone that needed medical attention, however it was clear to see that cheerful nature was no longer with her, the blonde Uchiha missed her older brother terribly, she may be the person who missed him the most, the little sister of Madara was smiling much less and her laughter was even scarcer.

Kunou would shed a tear every now and then when she had a thought of her father, she was another of many who missed our Sharingan wielder, when training, Kunou would deliberately use Fire Style Jutsus and awaken KCM because they were strong reminders of him, in a way she felt closer to her father once again by constantly using the powers he taught her, and when going to sleep, Kunou would make sure to cling on tightly to her clothes, because they have the Uchiha family crest, it was yet another means to feel closer to her father.

Yasaka was putting up a brave face, but Amaterasu could see that her best friend was not holding up that well, it was clear even for the Shinto goddess that the Nine-tails misses the Ghost of the Uchiha, just like her daughter, when Yasaka would have her privacy, she would shed a few tears thinking about the man she loves, the leader of Kyoto, yearns to see and feel Madara again, she can feel it, her body craves his touch, her nose desires his scent and her heart bleeds to see him just one more time.

Tiamat did not put on a brave face for anyone, the Khaos Karma god missed Madara and it was clear for everyone to see, Tiamat was actually rather icy and unapproachable due to how much she missed Madara, Tiamat was always an introvert, she naturally was not a people's person, however when Madara was around, it seemed like she was breaking out of her shell and being more friendly and approachable to others, but now with him gone, she was quite hostile and anti-social, Tiamat did what she need to do and once her job was done she would spend the rest of her days thinking and missing our protagonist.

Athena was honestly shocked at how much she missed the Ghost of the Uchiha, Athena knew she had some mild level of attraction for the Uchiha, but honestly she has been thinking about him everyday and that's what surprises her, no man has ever been on Athena's mind 24/7 before, she is a very discipline and focused goddess, but for some reason when she thinks about Madara her heart skips a beat, this truly was foreign feeling to the goddess of war.

Aphrodite was much like her sister, oddly enough the goddess of love really missed the ghost of the Uchiha, when Aphrodite had a moment to herself she would think of various aspects of our protagonist that would just make her smile, blush and that would pick up her heart rate, the goddess of love would think about Madara's voice and how much it turns her on, how Madara would hold strong eye contact that would make her become flustered, and she would think of Madara's incredible physique that would make her hot and bothered, but more than anything she would think about his masculinity that she simply finds irresistible.

Elizabeth seemed to be quite demotivated and nonchalant when it came to training or even training others, the queen of England, just lost the passion and desire to really push herself, and if she was being honest it's because Madara was not here, truth be told Elizabeth has a very strong desire to impress and win Madara's approval, therefore with him not here, she doesn't really see the point of really trying and doing her best, it could be seen that Madara was Elizabeth's goal and now with her goal no where to be seen, her focus and passion seemed to fade away, of course the queen of England did her part, but it would be a lie to say she did it to the best of her abilities.

Gabriel seemed to be quite distracted, like there was a lot on her mind all the time, and the likes of Jesus and Michael were noticed it, they were not sure what exactly was on her mind, but they could definitely see that Gabriel seemed to be very far away and not in the present moment, and honestly there was one thing on her mind, Madara Uchiha, but truthfully that was the problem for Gabriel, she is an angel and she has responsibilities, it is truly inappropriate for an angel like herself to think about Madara, but honestly she couldn't help it, her mind just kept focusing on him and she had to keep praying because at times she would think of not so family friendly things about the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Freya didn't really miss Madara per say, but she was thinking about him and honestly wondering where is he and what is he up to, the goddess couldn't help but admit that she has a certain level of attraction for Madara, her and Odin have been divorced for a very long time now, so she has not felt the embrace of a man in many winters, so the thought of having Madara as her man was very enticing, but more than anything, Freya has grown to appreciate the Ghost of the Uchiha for the fact that he indeed try to save her son, that is one thing she will never forget.

Issei for one was quite like Elizabeth, Madara was Issei's role model and mentor, and Madara was the one to whip Issei into shape and make him focus on the bigger picture, now with him gone, he has seen himself slowly slip into his old self, he is less focused on doing his best and pushing himself, and more so focused on his girls and getting pleasure, Issei of course was extremely helpful and did everything he can to help the Akatsuki as said before he was the star of the system of countering Fimbulwinter, but even he knows he can do better, it's just that the person that makes him do better is not here.

Asuka honestly was very upset and emotional, over the past few months the Toriyama has grown to bond and have a deep connection with the Uchiha, after all he is the greatest man in Asuka's eyes, to her Madara is even superior to her own father, her life has completely changed being a follower of the Uchiha, because of him she has hope again, because of him, she has a family again and because of him she has purpose, honestly Asuka would take Madara being angry with her and scolding her any day over him not being around completely, life just seemed a bit duller and boring without him around.

Raynare has been very frustrated without the presence of Madara, yes it is true that Jesus and others have taken up the mantle and given the Akatsuki direction and something to focus on, but truthfully Raynare misses Madara and his leadership, it's strange but the fallen angel really enjoys receiving orders from the Ghost of the Uchiha, there is a sense of excitement when Madara is the one taking the lead, and Raynare knows very well that, if he was around she would find their current circumstances more fun, right now the fallen angel was just going through the motions.

Kalawarner has been restless and bored out of her mind, there was just a massive difference, when they are training under the Akatsuki and when they are training under the Madara, technically speaking there is more of an advantage training with the Akatsuki and truly there is, but Kalawarner just finds this period of time boring, and that's the thing that interests her, right now Vanaheim is returning to its former glory, there is a sense of peace and hope in the air, and yet she misses the daring life of Madara, Kalawarner would rather be in war-like conditions but be right beside the Ghost of the Uchiha, then be in beautiful and peaceful conditions but be without him.

And there was Mittelt who just had a massive change in personality and character, usually Mittelt is full of jokes and sarcasm, she is known to be a tease and that's what was her charm in the group, and now she was completely bland, all her teasing and sarcastic nature just vanished when Madara left, she just seemed to be stoic and numb to everything, it was actually difficult to understand her true feelings, but one thing is for sure she is much more boring to be around.

And finally we come to Jesus and Azazel, the two beings that could be seen as Madara's close friends in this world, the Uchiha has also been on their minds, but more so for where he is and what is he doing, these two are pretty much the two leading the Akatsuki and of course they accept the job, but one thing is for certain, if Madara was here, leading the group would be much easier, especially with his out of the box way of thinking and dealing with things, knowing Madara he would've wiped up some sort of training they have never seen before, that would help them greatly in Ragnarok, but the fact of the matter is Madara is not here, therefore they just have to carry on without him.

But one thing is for certain though the Akatsuki have not given up and they will fight until the end, with or without Madara.

*With the Old Satan Faction*

The Old Satan Faction have regrouped and honestly have taken a well needed and deserved break, they have been moving non-stop since they have been here in the Norse mythology, Rizevim only saw it right that his comrades take a week or two to rest and recover, Ragnarok is pretty much theirs to lose, so honestly there was nothing wrong with slowing down and taking things easy, especially since the Akatsuki are locked in whatever realm there are in due to the Bifrost no longer functioning.

Currently the Old Satan Faction were in Helheim, however Thrum placed everyone in his own pocket dimension, so they don't have to experience the harshness of Fimbulwinter, and honestly many of the Old Satan Faction were glad, Thrum made his dimension a paradise, and all of them were enjoying every second of their time of, but of course as much as there are those who want to rest, there are those who want to work, or more particularly a certain Greek god of the underworld.

Hades had enough of the resting and approached Rizevim and Loki in order that they get a move on and head for Niflheim in order to recruit Sinmara and Fenrir.

Rizevim and Loki honestly didn't have any issues with that, and honestly them three can handle any threat that comes their way, therefore they approached Diana and asked her to Kamui in the fire emblem Surtr gave them, once they had all they needed, the three man slipped away and teleported to Niflheim in order to pick up where they left off.

*Time: 15: 15 PM ; Temperature: 10C / 50F

*55 Days Until Ragnarok *

Niflheim: The Realm of Primordial Mist

As Rizevim, Hades, and Loki step into Niflheim, they are immediately engulfed by an omnipresent mist that seems alive. This is no ordinary fog; it clings to their forms, swirling around them as if inspecting their very essence.

The mist is thick and impenetrable to the naked eye, obscuring the distant landscape and reducing visibility to mere steps ahead. Yet it doesn't feel like vapor it carries a weight, an ancient heaviness that presses down on the soul.

The one thing the trio noticed immediately about the realm is that it seems like Fimbulwinter has not touched this realm, there is no trace of Ice or cold, this must be due to the fact that Niflheim is primordial realm like Muspelheim.

The air is damp and cool, saturated with moisture that seeps into their very beings despite their divine and infernal protections. Breathing it feels like drawing in the essence of creation itself, heavy with latent power and raw, untamed energy. The mist glows faintly with a silver luminescence, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seem to dance and move of their own accord.

The trio can hear the low, mournful hum of the realm, a sound that vibrates through the ground and reverberates in their chests. It is neither welcoming nor hostile but unsettlingly ancient—a sound older than the Aesir themselves.

As their eyes adjust to the ever-shifting mist, faint outlines of the terrain begin to emerge. Niflheim's ground is uneven and treacherous, a labyrinth of jagged rocks and soft, mossy surfaces that are slippery from the moisture. Pools of dark water dot the land, their surfaces perfectly still and reflective like polished obsidian. These pools seem to pulse faintly, hinting at an unknown depth or perhaps something stirring beneath.

The horizon is cloaked in mist, but towering silhouettes of strange structures occasionally appear and then vanish into the fog. These might be massive, ancient spires of stone or something more organic—roots, veins, or tendrils of some primordial force that feeds the mist itself.

There is no sun, no moon, no stars—only the faint glow of the mist itself, which shifts in brightness and intensity. Occasionally, a flicker of light pierces the fog, like the reflection of something unseen, before disappearing.

Rizevim, always playful and confident, even Rizevim seems subdued in the presence of Niflheim's oppressive atmosphere. He runs a hand through the mist, watching it curl around his fingers before dispersing.

"These realms never cease to intrigue me, that's one thing the Norse mythology has over other mythologies, diversity."

The Greek god of the underworld finds the realm familiar yet disconcerting. His skeletal hand brushes against the mist-veins in the ground, feeling the pulse of ancient energy.

"Hmph...this place is more alive than some of the other realms that claim to be, and it's watching us."

Loki feels entirely out of his depth in Niflheim. The realm's primordial nature unsettles even him, and his sharp wit falters.

"The mist isn't just mist, It's staring back at us."

(Chuckle): "Oh well...so much for having the element of surprise, the realm knows very well that there are foreigners within it." Rizevim said.

"It must be Sinmara, this is her realm after all, however Surtr's fire emblem should guarantee us safety." Loki said.

"It matters little what is in front of us, if they wish to battle, we shall show them our might." Hades said being unfazed by the mist of Niflheim.

(Chuckle): "Easy Hades, not everything has to be handled with violence, remember this is Sinmara after all, who is close in power to Surtr, do not underestimate her strength, but just like Loki said, we have Surtr's fire emblem, we might as well use it, Loki if you will please." Rizevim requested.

Loki nodded and summoned Surtr's fire emblem into his right hand, the god of mischief gripped onto it tightly and showed it to the mist.

The mist danced and flowed around the emblem for quite a few minutes, almost like it was rejoicing and celebrating, the mist eventually settled and cleared a path for the trio.

"Now what?" Hades questioned.

"I believe the mist is guiding us, it is clearing a path for us to follow, perhaps leading us to Sinmara. Loki suggested.

"Well then, there is only one way to find out." Rizevim said then took the lead and followed the path cleared by the mist.

Loki and Hades looked at one another then shifted their attention ahead to Rizevim, there was no point waiting around here, they must as well follow after Rizevim and they did as much.

The trio journeyed deeper into Niflheim, and it was clear to see that this was indeed a primordial realm, just like Muspelheim, it definitely was not like Alfheim, Jotunheim, Vanaheim and Asgard where there was a large population of residents moving around, Niflheim was quiet, eerily quiet, but the trio knew very well they were not alone, they could see silhouettes of figures watching them from afar.

"If they like what they looking at, why don't they come get a closer look?" Hades said while noticing the silhouettes.

"These are most likely Sinmara's people, they are probably not doing anything, because we are being guided by the mist." Loki said with him too noticing the silhouettes.

"Remember Hades, no trouble, I must keep reminding you that Sinmara is relative to Surtr, she is his lover after all, we don't cause trouble unless absolutely necessary." Rizevim said looking to calm down the impatient god.

"Hmph...(Short Pause)...so this is where we will find your child Loki?" Hades questioned now choosing to change topics.

Loki: "Let's hope so, Lord Surtr said that Fenrir is here with Sinmara."

"If there is one thing I know about Surtr, he is not a liar, we can take his words as the truth, we will find Fenrir here in Niflheim." Rizevim said.

"Hmph...you best be right Rizevim, otherwise we have wasted our time coming here." Hades clapped back.

(Chuckle): "Come now Hades, when have I ever wasted your time?" Rizevim's question looking back to his comrade and giving him a charming smile.

(Scoffs): "Alfheim was a waste of time, I should have remained in Jotunheim to battle the Akatsuki and you send someone else in my place." Hades said getting annoyed at Rizevim's smile.

"Hooo? You didn't enjoy the beautiful views and nature of Alfheim?" Rizevim questioned looking to tease his father's best friend.

Hades just gave him a bored look, Rizevim knows very well that Hades is not one for beauty and nature.

(Deep Sigh): "It's so unfortunate that there are those who could cannot enjoy the small things in life, you know very well why I sent you to Alfheim, Hades, when there is a job to be done and I want no mistakes, I will always send you Hades." Rizevim said, now giving the god of the underworld a serious face.

Hades just continued to give Rizevim a bored look, Hades knows very well that when a job needs to be done, he has the one that is called, however the Alfheim job was one he did not like, he saw it as a simple job and one that is far below his standards, battling against the Akatsuki is more his style of job.

(Sigh): "There is no satisfying you Hades, it's a wonder how you became my father's best friend, but regardless, Ragnarok is coming and you will have you chance to battle the Akatsuki." Rizevim said.

"Good...and since I never had my chance in Jotunheim, when it is the day of Ragnarok, I receive first pickings on who I will do battle with." Hades stated with his eyes glowing.

"Oh? And who exactly do you have in mind? Madara?" Rizevim questioned being curious as to who Hades wishes to battle with at Ragnarok, even Loki made sure to pay close attention as he wanted to hear who the Greek god of the underworld has his eyes on.

"That human is yours, my father's and Nyx's obsession, I have no interest in weaklings, I am aiming for my two brothers, Zeus and Poseidon." Hades said with his eyes glowing even brighter.

Loki: "Well that does make sense, you three still have some unfinished business to attend to."

"Well, on the day of Ragnarok, I can guarantee that I will not be in your way." Rizevim said.

Loki: "I as well."

"Good, now let's get this mission over with." Hades said with him now focusing on their current objective.

The trio travelled deeper into Niflheim, they were walking for at least about an hour and half, taking in their surroundings, seeing all that Niflheim had to offer and if one thing was for sure, Niflheim was certainly the most boring of the Nine-realms, not a lot seemed to be going on in this realm, it just felt quiet and empty, but nevertheless they were here on a mission not to take in the sights, and it looked liked they were getting close to completing it, as the mist guided them to a gigantic cave.

"I believe we have reached our destination." Loki said as he could see the mist was no longer guiding them, but was instead moving and dancing around them.

"So do we enter the cave?" Hades questioned as he was wondering what's next.

"Seems like that is the only option we have left." Rizevim said and walked in the cave with Hades and Loki following closely behind.

As the trio walked into the cave they were very surprise at how well lit it was, the trio could see every corner with ease, and they were able to see various different treasures and artefacts within the cave, however the journey was soon cut short as the mist stood in front of them, almost like a wall preventing them from going on further.

"Now what?" Hades questioned.

"It seems like the mist wants something from us." Loki pointed out.

"That means we must use the fire emblem, perhaps that will call her to us, Loki if you may please." Rizevim requested and the Norse god of mischief obliged and once again brought out the fire emblem, and just like before the mist circulated and danced around the fire emblem, then all of it, rushed further into the cave in a hurry.

About ten minutes went by and absolutely nothing happened, the trio was just there waiting for something to happen.

(Irritated Sigh): "Like I said I hope this is not a waste of tim..."

*Surface Shaking*

Hades was not allowed to finish his sentence, as now the immediate area began to shake and vibrate.

(Chuckle): "You were saying?" Rizevim questioned while giving Hades a smug look.

Hades: "Hmph."

The shaking eventually subsided and the trio could now hear footsteps coming deeper from the enormous cave.

*Foot Steps Approaching*

"Well, looks like this is it." Loki said.

*Foot Steps Approaching*

"If I notice even the slightest sign of hostility, I am killing her." Hades stated with his eyes glowing bright red.

*Foot Steps Approaching*

"Easy Hades, no need to be hostile, let us see how this interaction goes." Rizevim said.

*Foot Steps Approaching*

The footsteps kept edging closer and closer, until eventually the one who was inside the cave revealed themselves and what the trio saw truly did impress them.

"Beautiful." Loki said being complete blown away by Sinmara's beauty.

"Careful there Loki, you of all people know who is her lover." Rizevim warned as the leader of the Old Satan Faction didn't want to have any trouble with Surtr.

Sinmara shifted her attention down to Loki's right hand as the object in his hand, she is very familiar with.

"That emblem you have...only one entity can create such a powerful work of art...(Shifts attention to the trio)...you three have met with Surtr?" Sinmara questioned.

Rizevim and Loki gave a respectful bow to the lady of Niflheim, Hades on the other hand did not bow, the Greek god of the underworld, bows to no one.

"Lady Sinmara, it is a pleasure to see you, yes we encountered Lord Surtr quite recently." Loki said with him and Rizevim raising their heads.

Sinmara used her power to lower her form so that she could be the same height as the trio before, to make conversing much easier.

The lady of Niflheim made her way to the trio and stood before them, but her eyes were fixated on the fire emblem in Loki's hand.

"May I?" Sinmara requested as she looked at Loki.

(Bows): "Of course." Loki then opened up his hand for Sinmara's to take the fire emblem.

Sinmara took the fire emblem and took her time to inspect it, and it truly was Surtr's craftsmanship, she of all people knows very well the beauty of Surtr's creations, then took the fire emblem and brought it close to her heart, hugging it tightly.

"Oh how I miss you my love." Sinmara said closing her eyes and reminiscing on the times the when the King of Muspelheim and the Lady of Niflheim were together.

There was a brief awkward moment for the trio, as they just watched Sinmara's cuddle with Surtr's fire emblem, they honestly didn't want to ruin her moment, but in the same token, they believed that it would be more appropriate for her to do this privately.

"You going to keep cuddling the emblem or what?" Hades questioned as he was getting tired of watching Sinmara have her little moment, the Greek god absolutely hated wasted time and this was not the best way to spend his time, they are better things to do then watch someone cuddle with a fire emblem.

Sinmara opened her eyes and looked at Hades with disdain, the lady of the mist did not appreciate her moment being interrupted.

"Have you ever been in love before?" Sinmara questioned as she did not appreciate Hades' rudeness.

"Yes actually, her name was Persephone...(Short Pause)...and she was the love of my life." Hades stated not breaking eye contact with the lady of Niflheim.

Sinmara could see the pain in Hades' eyes, those were the eyes of someone who has been deep in love, and then was not forced to live life without loving any more.

"I see...(Short Pause)...my apologies...(Clears Throat)...alright then, let's get to the important matters, what brings you three to Niflheim? This is a realm that rarely gets visitors, especially visitors that are the friends of Surtr." Sinmara said now bring her attention to all three of our antagonists.

"We don't wish to waste your time Sinmara, therefore we will get to the point, we where told that you may know where our friend's child is." Rizevim said while pointing at Loki.

Sinmara shifted her attention to Loki and gave the god of mischief a curious stare.

Sinmara: "Your Child?"

"Yes, my first born child Fenrir." Loki said.

"Fenrir is your child?...(Stares intensely at Loki)...I suppose it does make some sense, I sense that you are a giant, but my question is this, why exactly do you want Fenrir?" Sinmara questioned.

"We wish to recruit him in our organization, he will be an integral part in our fight at Ragnarok." Rizevim said.

Sinmara paused and looked at Rizevim like he was an alien.

"Did you say Ragnarok?" Sinmara questioned.

"That's right." Rizevim responded while raising a single brow.

"Ragnarok is coming?" Sinmara asked not believing what she was hearing.

"Yes it is...did you not know this?" Hades questioned as it just seemed to be common knowledge, everyone was pretty much aware that Ragnarok has come.

Sinmara just closed her eyes and controlled her breathing, and instantly she took control of all the mist in Niflheim, and she caused her mist to go beyond her realm and touch the other branches of the Yggdrasil, and she was doing this incredibly fast, he mist was travelling all around the Yggdrasil and she noticed that the world-tree was unbearably cold, so that could only be one thing, currently it is Fimbulwinter.

Sinmara opened her eyes and shifted her attention to Rizevim.

"How long until Ragnarok?"

"Approximately 55 days." Rizevim responded.

Sinmara placed her hand on her forehead, over a month has passed and she absolutely had no idea, she has been caught up in her own leisure that she has not been paying attention to the rest of the Norse mythology.

The lady of the mist once again shifted her attention to Rizevim.

"Tell me something...(Short Pause)...will Surtr participate at Ragnarok?" Sinmara questioned giving Rizevim rather vulnerable eyes.

"Yes he will...(Short Pause)...he has joined forces with us to take down Odin and his regime at Ragnarok." Rizevim said.

Sinmara heard Rizevim's words and closed her eyes as those were rather painful words to hear, Sinmara cares extremely deeply for Surtr, so she absolutely resented the idea of her beloved going to war, and not only that, it is the Great war.

The lady of the mist clenched her hands into a fist and her anger was beginning to rise.

"Now I see why he sent you three instead of coming himself." Sinmara said now opening her eyes.

"Oh do tell Lady Sinmara." Loki requested.

"He didn't want me to know that he is going to war...(Fists shaking)...Damn it Surtr, you cannot go to war without me knowing, and not just any war, it is Ragnarok...(Shifts Attention to Rizevim)...may I ask something?" Sinmara questioned.

Rizevim: "Sure."

"Is it possible for me to join your side on the day of Ragnarok, I need to have a long conversation with my lover." Sinmara said with her eyes glowing and the mist around them dancing violently.

The trio all just looked at each other, they genuinely couldn't believe their luck, having Surtr was an unbelievable advantage, him alone tilts things in the Old Satan Faction's favour, but for them to also have his lover who is quite close in power to him was just a dream, and of course, Rizevim will never saw no to more numbers under his cause.

"But of course Sinmara, we would be honoured to have you fight with the Old Satan Faction at Ragnarok." Rizevim's said while also giving a respectful bow.

"Good...(Whistles)...I believe you three said you are searching for someone."

*Loud Howl*

Loki released a heartfelt smile, he knows that howl from anywhere.

*Footsteps approaching*

Just like Sinmara before, the footsteps kept getting louder and louder, until eventually everyone was able to lay their eyes on Loki's first born child.

"I believe this is who you are looking for." Sinmara said shifting her attention to the massive wolf.

"Fenrir!" Loki shouted out in pure joy.

The wolf shifted it's attention to the god of mischief and began wagging it's tail it was so happy to see its father.

Fenrir used his powers to shrink to a normal sized wolf and went on to tackle his father to the ground and began licking his face uncontrollably.

Loki couldn't help but laugh at the affection he was receiving from his child, it has been so long since he has seen Fenrir.

Sinmara smiled at what she was seeing, it looked like Loki was speaking the truth, he is genuinely the father of the wolf.

(Laughter): "Okay boy...okay...let me finish up our conversation with Sinmara, then you are coming with me and we can spend as much time together okay." Loki said while still being licked by his child.

Fenrir barked, communicating to his father that he understood and now got off him, however Fenrir was extremely happy that his father said he is coming with him, Fenrir would've been devastated if he could not spend any more time with his father.

"Right where were we?" Loki questioned with him now being on his feet and facing Sinmara.

"Since you are taking Fenrir, I believe you should take the two pups that have been keeping him company all this tine, Fenrir if you may." Sinmara requested and Fenrir obliged howling for the two pups to come to him.

The trio just looked at each other confused, they already had Sinmara and Fenrir, what more could they ask for, well they were about to get their answer.

*Pups Barking*

Everyone could now see two pups heading their direction and the second Loki saw them, his eyes widened.

"Those two are Skol and Hati." Loki said with the two pups cuddling and staying close to Fenrir.

"The two wolves that chase down the sun and the moon?" Hades questioned.

"Indeed, since Ragnarok is coming, they will eventually have to be set free, to go and chase down and catch the sun and the moon, only then will the horn be blown and Ragnarok will begin." Sinmara said.

(Chuckle): "Well we will gladly take them, having the wolves that start Ragnarok is a plus for us." Rizevim said with him admiring the pups bonding with Fenrir.

"Alright then, I believe you have what you wanted, the three can see yourselves out, I must go and prepare for Ragnarok." Sinmara said.

Rizevim and Loki gave her one more respectful bow, and the lady of the mist nodded at them.

Sinmara: "I will see you at Ragnarok."

Sinmara's entire body turned into mist and she retreated deeper into her cave.

"Well that went well." Rizevim said adopting a devilish smile as things just continued to go their way.

"Let us leave, we have all the pieces we need for Ragnarok." Hades said.

Loki: "Indeed."

Rizevim created a giant magic circle and teleport himself, Hades, Loki, Fenrir and the two pups to the rest of the Old Satan Faction.

*The Entire Norse Mythology*

*30 Days until Ragnarok*

It has been weeks since the the Old Satan Faction's encounter with Sinmara, and at all corners of the Yggdrasil everyone has been preparing for that fateful day that is soon approaching.

In Asgard, the Einherjar have been training with Gná and the Valkyries, this was the entire reason they were brought to Valhalla, to prepare and fight on that fateful day, it is time they showed why they were chosen by the Valkyries to enter the grand halls of Valhalla, it is time they showed why they were chosen to be part of Odin's army.

*25 Days until Ragnarok*

In Alfheim, the elves have been trying to recover from the damage done by the Old Satan Faction, the light elves were honestly in no condition to fight, without the light of Alfheim, they were basically walking zombies, they did however decided to put their differences aside and work with the dark elves.

Under the leadership of Thalara, the light elves and dark elves united as one population, the dark elves focused on training and doing everything to increase their strength, the light elves focused on assisting and giving the dark elves anything and everything they needed, it was a relationship that caused the two races to form a very strong intimate bond, they was even some romantic relations between dark elves and light elves.

'If only Indra and Ályndra could see this, rest easy you two, your sacrifices will not be for nothing.' Ályndra thought to herself as she looked at the united Kingdom of light and dark elves.

*20 Days Until Ragnarok*

Surtr has been hard at work forging his perfect sword, and in all honestly the king of Muspelheim was very much proud of his creation, it truly was a magnificent blade, a blade worthy of being able to burn down all nine-realms, with this new blade he has created he has full confidence that he will finally be able to destroy the Aesir and Odin.

Surtr has also been hard at work creating swords and armours for his fire giants, the king of the fire giants his been working his fire giants hard, training them and preparing them for the day of Ragnarok and truthfully this was the sharpest and most focus Surtr has ever seen his army, they were hungry for Akatsuki blood, which greatly pleased the king of Muspelheim, Odin and his comrades better prepare themselves, otherwise it is going to be a blood bath.

*15 Days Until Ragnarok*

Sinmara has been training every single day, preparing for Ragnarok, the lady of the mists was an expert with knives and daggers, and she has been training with the daggers Surtr made for her a long time ago, till this day they are the best weapons Sinmara has ever used, but also she uses them because they remind her so much of her beloved.

The lady of the mist has not seen her lover in years, there was absolutely no ways she was going to pass up the opportunity to see him, Surtr is the one person that can make Sinmara's heart skip a beat and vice versa, although Surtr would've like to not seen his lover at war, due to how much he loves and cares for her, he will be reunited with Sinmara on the day of Ragnarok.

*10 Days until Ragnarok *

Now onto the favourites of Ragnarok, the Old Satan Faction, Rizevim and company have been taking it easy, but that does not mean they have been lazy, the Old Satan Faction, will always remain focus, after all many of the members know the dangers of resting on your laurels, and they had a clear example with Amaterasu.

The Old Satan Faction were looking quite the menace, already they have their core group of members that they started with, but now they have the addition of Thrum and the giants of Jotunheim, Surtr and the fire giants of Muspelheim, Loki and his children, Jörmungandr, Hel and Fenrir, they have the limitless number of Hel-walkers from Helheim, they have Sinmara and whatever she is bringing to the fight.

Ragnarok honestly looked like it was the Old Satan Faction's to lose, not only did they have numbers but they had power, Surtr, Fenrir and Sinmara are extreme powerhouses in the Norse mythology, Surtr by himself is stronger than Odin, Thor and Freya, the being that has enough power to burn down all nine-realms, the Old Satan Faction had too much on their side, to not be considered the favourites

This journey into the Norse mythology went better than Rizevim could've hoped, all he was looking for were Hel-walkers and the giants of Jotunheim, but it seems fortune seemed to smile upon the son of the devil, all they need to do now is completely destroy the Akatsuki.

*5 Days Until Ragnarok*

And now back to our heroes, and the Akatsuki was experiencing a bag of emotions, some days they were filled with hope and belief, others were filled with doubt and worry, some days they would forget about Ragnarok and just enjoy the moment and the days they had together, other days all they could think and speak about was Ragnarok and how bad it could turnout.

For those that care about Madara, it has been almost three months since they have not seen him, all of them were pretty much losing hope that they would see him at Ragnarok.

Amaterasu seemed to be getting into Yasaka's head, the Nine-tails was beginning to question her relationship with The Ghost of the Uchiha, Amaterasu pointed out, that Madara left her and Kunou just like how Kunou's father left them all those years ago, and those words seemed to do the trick as Yasaka began to doubt and to a certain extent resent Madara.

Kunou was completely devastated, not only that Madara is gone, but that the two women she loves most her mother and Amaterasu, have basically been dragging his name in the mud, the young Uchiha was so heart broken to see her mother adopt the mindset of Amaterasu to just hate on our protagonist, call it childish naivety but Kunou still has belief that Madara will make it at Ragnarok.

Asia was slowly beginning to lose hit, her mental state was starting to show signs of decline, all the blonde Uchiha could think about was her older brother, that is all that would occupy her mind, to the point she would even forget to sleep, forget to bath or even forget to eat, all she could do was worry about her older brother, this separation seemed to be having some negative effects on the little sister of Madara.

The likes of Raynare and Kalawarner have been hearing a lot of Amaterasu's words and they too were beginning to start doubting their leader, it seemed like the Shinto goddess had two others ready to adopt the Amaterasu way of thinking, the two fallen angels were starting to look at Madara with a negative lens.

Asuka's moodiness and emotions were getting worse, she would have a tendency to lash out and be incredibly rude and disrespectful to those around her, the only things that would calm her down are the memories she has of Madara, or Yui, the older Toriyama seemed to be the only one that had the magic touch that would get Asuka to relax and behave accordingly.

Tiamat and Mittelt just seemed to isolate themselves, they didn't want to speak or interact with anyone, they did everything they had to do and once they had their free-time, they just went into their own private space and began thinking and missing the Ghost of the Uchiha.

And now finally Issei, Madara's student, who was just angry, he was beginning to resent his teacher for leaving them like that, it genuinely looked like he abandoned them, at such a crucial time as well, Issei took some comfort from Thor the god of thunder, the son of Odin has taken quite a liking to the Red Dragon Emperor, and has taken him under his wing and Issei was more than happy to be taught by Thor, it was better than to be taught by someone who abandoned them.

Regardless of it all the Akatsuki trained and have prepare the best they can, all they can do now is have faith that they can win Ragnarok.

*Svartalfheim: The Realm of the Dwarves*

*Niðavellir: Capital City of Svartalfheim*

*Time: 18: 53 PM ; Temperature: 21C / 69,8F

*1 Day Until Ragnarok *

Svartalfheim, the realm of the dwarves, is a marvel of ingenuity and unyielding determination, nestled deep beneath the surface of the earth, the realm is a labyrinth of colossal caverns, twisting tunnels, and subterranean rivers.

Despite its underground setting, the darkness of Svartalfheim is banished by the ingenuity of its inhabitants. Bioluminescent fungi, crystalline formations, and intricate dwarven machinery illuminate the realm, casting a shimmering glow across the rugged stone surfaces.

The air hums with life and activity. Gears churn, forges roar, and the rhythmic pounding of hammers against anvils echoes endlessly. Rivers of molten lava criss cross the caverns, providing both light and the lifeblood of industry. The ingenuity of the dwarves is evident in every corner, from sprawling mining operations that extract rare minerals from the bedrock to intricate pipelines and mechanical systems that channel heat and energy throughout the realm.

Above all, Svartalfheim is a place of resilience. While the other realms buckle under the weight of Fimbulwinter, the dwarves have used their unmatched craftsmanship to create massive, heat-generating machines and thermal conduits that counteract the encroaching cold. These machines, powered by the geothermal energy of the realm and enchanted with runic magic, maintain a constant warmth and ensure that life in Svartalfheim remains unaffected by the frost.

Niðavellir, the heart of Svartalfheim, is a sprawling underground metropolis that epitomizes dwarven ingenuity and grandeur. The city is carved into the walls of a massive cavern, so vast that it feels like a world unto itself.

At its centre lies The Eternal Forge, a monumental structure powered by a river of molten lava that flows directly through the city. This forge, said to be blessed by the primordial fires of creation, is the source of the realm's greatest treasures and weapons, including legendary artefacts forged for gods.

Massive towers of stone and metal rise from the cavern floor, each crowned with glowing crystals that radiate a warm, golden light, mimicking sunlight.

Niðavellir is also a hub of technological marvels. Steam-powered contraptions, mechanical elevators, and intricate conveyor systems transport goods and people throughout the city. The dwarves have mastered the art of integrating magic with machinery, resulting in creations that are as beautiful as they are functional. Massive mechanical gates protect the city, powered by runes and hydraulics, and are said to be unbreakable even by the mightiest of foes.

The city's streets are bustling with activity. Dwarves work, trading in precious metals, gemstones, and enchanted tools. The air is thick with the scent of smelted ore and the sound of lively chatter, punctuated by the clang of hammers and the hiss of steam. Despite the industrious atmosphere, Niðavellir is also a place of culture and celebration. Grand halls echo with the songs of dwarven bards, and festivals of firelight and feasting are a common occurrence, celebrating the resilience of the realm.

At the highest point of the city stands The Council Hall of the Elders, an awe-inspiring structure carved from a single colossal stalagmite. Its gleaming walls are inlaid with gold and enchanted runes that pulse faintly with energy. This is where the leaders of Svartalfheim gather to make decisions that shape the future of the realm.

*Myrkrholt: The main Tavern of the City*

*Cheers & Laughter*

In the Tavern celebration and joy were in the air, plus the aroma of mead and alcohol, the dwarves were people that seemed to always be in a joyous and happy mood, there was laughter, dancing, drinking competitions and all round happiness, to them it didn't seem to matter that Ragnarok was less then 24 hours, they were going to celebrate every moment they had.

This attitude of the dwarves impressed a certain character of ours, and that character was none other than Madara Uchiha, the ghost of the Uchiha was sitting back, enjoying a glass of whiskey and just observing the carefree nature of the dwarves, it was something to admire, he always respected individuals that never feared war or conflict, and over the last month, the dwarves have gained his respect.

Not only because they do not free war, but also their craftsmanship, Madara has never encountered such a talented population when it comes to crafting, from the weapons to the machinery they created, the dwarves were certainly gifted.

*Doors Bang Open*

A young female dwarf burst open the tavern doors and everyone just paused to look at her, wondering what on Svartalfheim is going on.

(Panting): "Lord Madara...(Panting)..."

Everyone just shifted their attention to our protagonist, and the Ghost of the Uchiha looked at the young dwarf with a curios stare.

Madara: "Hmm?"

(Panting): "Lord Madara...(Panting)...you are being summoned by the council of the elders." the young dwarf finally said.

"Hooo? I wonder what they want this time?" Madara questioned as he believed he did all the council needed over the past 30 days.

(Panting): "They say they have a gift for you." The young dwarf said, now controlling her breathing.

"That right? Very well then, I shall meet with them." Madara said then got up from his seat.

Drunk Dwarf: "Let's all drink another round to our hero Madara Uchiha!"

Every other Dwarf: *Cheers*

The festivities continued once again and everyone began drinking and enjoying themselves once again.

Madara just smirked at the Dwarves jolly nature, then Flying Raijined his way to the council of elders.

*The Council of the Elders

The Council of Elders chamber in Niðavellir is a masterpiece of dwarven ingenuity and artistic brilliance, a symbol of both the authority and legacy of the realm's most esteemed leaders. The hall is carved deep into the heart of a colossal stalactite that hangs from the cavern ceiling of the city. Its interior blends ancient traditions with advanced technology, making it a breathtaking sight.

Council Table: At the centre of the chamber is a massive, circular table forged from mithril and adamantine, adorned with carvings of the Yggdrasil and the Nine Realms. Each of the Elder Seats is uniquely designed, representing the identity of its occupant, such as runes, insignias, or patterns that signify their expertise or clan.

The High Elder: "Ah Lord Madara, we are so glad that you could make it."

"I was told that you all desired to see me." Madara said shifting his attention to every single elder that was present.

The High Elder: "Yes...(Clears Throat)...your eradication of the dragons over the recent weeks here in our realm, has truly been a blessing, because of you, us dwarves can now live in peace and without fear."

*The other Elders* (Clapping Cheering)

Madara just released a small smirk, as long as the dragon's are not dragon gods then they are pretty much nothing to him, the Uchiha was honestly killing them as they were means for him to train his new power, it was all for his own benefit, however if the dwarves wished to reward him, the Uchiha would not reject.

The High Elder: "Order please! Order!"

The rest of the elders settled down, in order to show respect to Madara and the High Elder.

The High Elder: (Clears Throat): "Now we know very well that you involving yourself in Ragnarok that is now only hours away, and we dwarves have completed your request of making weapons and armours for your comrades, and we have already told you before, that we will stand and fight with you at Ragnarok, but just to show how much we treasure and appreciate you, we also wished to give you a gift that is solely meant for you."

"Hoo?" Madara said being very curious now as to what they were planning to give him.

The High Elder than snapped his fingers, and a servant dwarf came with a pillow containing a ring and the servant bowed respectfully before the Uchiha and presented to him the pillow with the ring on it.

"What is this?" Madara asked out loud while observing the ring, the Uchiha could sense that it was brimming with incredible power, it had enough power to rival a tailed beast.

High Elder: "That Lord Madara Uchiha, is our greatest invention to date, we call it Draupnir, we got our two best blacksmiths, the Huldra Brothers Sindri and Brokkr to invent it, to show how much we treasure you Lord Madara, we got the absolute best of the best resources and minerals to craft it, some of the resources we used are one of one, these are minerals gods of the supernatural world would have sacrificed everything for, and we used all of them to make you this ring, please Lord Madara it would greatly honour us if you use the ring."

Madara paused and looked at the ring, like he said the dwarves and their creations absolutely impress Madara, and he knows very well how much the dwarves value their resources, so for them to use resources that they will never have the chance to use again, was quite something for the Ghost of the Uchiha, Madara obliged the elders and took the ring inserting it on his right middle finger.

When Madara put the ring on his finger the ring glowed and shined with a brilliance the dwarves have never seen before, it was almost like the ring was rejoicing to have Madara as it's master.

Random Elder (Tears): "Beautiful."

The ring eventually settled down and Madara could sense the incredible power coming from it, like he said the ring had enough power to rival a tailed beast, it was immensely powerful, a ring befitting The Ghost of the Uchiha.

The High Elder: "We thank you Lord Madara, Draupnir is our pride and joy and it is only fitting that our greatest creation, goes to our greatest hero, Draupnir is a ring that will manifest any weapon you think of, no matter what the weapon is, Draupnir will create it for you and not only that you can create copies and duplicates of the weapons you want, however there are limits to how many you can create at one go, there will be times the ring will need times to rest and recharge, before making duplicates once again."

"Is that right?" Madara questioned now adopting a devilish smile, if the ring does as the High elder states, this is by far one of the most powerful weapons Madara has ever had, The Uchiha had to test this out.

The Uchiha extended his arm to the side and thought of his favourite weapon of all-time, and just as stated, the ring glowed and manifested Madara's Old Favourite, a massive Gunbai, and Madara could feel that the Draupnir Gunbai completely eclipses his one from the Shinobi world.

The High Elder: "Oh before we forget to mention, the ring has also been made from the same resources that has been used to create Thor's Hammer Mjölnir, so anything you manifest with the ring is completely indestructible."

Madara had to test this as well, he summoned the ribcage of the Susanoo and used it to grab the Gunbai and no matter how much power and force Madara placed on the Gunbai, he was incapable of crushing it, he then used Amaterasu to try burn the Gunbai, and truly nothing happened to the Gunbai, honestly the black flames just looked like decorations on Draupnir Gunbai, but this also gave Madara an idea that he would like to test out during battle.

(Chuckle): "You dwarves never cease to amaze me, this truly is a stunning ring." Madara said with him deactivating the Amaterasu and ribcage of the Susanoo, he then grabbed the Gunbai and placed it on his back, and with it now resting on his back, it brought back so many memories.

The High Elder: "We are glad you like it, we hope it will serve you will on your journey, especially at Ragnarok."

"Oh I intend to put it to the test, but as you stated before, Ragnarok is in a few hours, therefore I must prepare, I will see you all at the battlefield." Madara said then Flying Raijined to his room in order to prepare.

The High Elder: "We must also prepare, let us win Ragnarok for Lord Madara!"

The Other Elders: *Cheers *

Helheim: Fimbulwinter

*Old Satan Faction Head Quarters *

*The Last day Before Ragnarok*

It was time to do the finally steps of the prophecy, to fully begin Ragnarok, Rizevim and Loki went for a walk with Skoll and Hati, who were now two incredible massive wolves, almost the size of Fenrir, the past few weeks caused them to grow into massive beasts.

Rizevim and Loki made their way to the tallest point in Helheim with Skoll and Hati following closely behind.

"You Ready?" Loki questioned looking at his leader.

(Chuckle): "It is too late to be asking that question don't you think Loki, go ahead, release them." Rizevim's requested as it was time to start this war,

Loki just nodded and summoned his bow and arrow, and he launched one arrow to the sky, and this caused Skoll to spring into actions with him flying through the sky to chase down the sky, Loki readied another arrow and launched it, and this caused Hati to spring into action and he chased down the moon.

"This is it, we are getting one step closer father." Rizevim said with a determined look while watching the wolves chase down their respective targets.

*Vanaheim: Fimbulwinter*

*Skjoldheim Royal Capital Of Vanaheim*

*Time: 05: 00AM ; Temperature: -10C / 14F *

*The Day of Ragnarok!*

*Heimdall's room*

Heimdall has not been able to sleep the whole night, he has been having incredibly painful headaches, but these headaches were not without purpose, the herald of Ragnarok was seeing visions of war, death and destruction, this was the final part of the prophecy for him to see visions of Ragnarok, but it felt like what he was seeing was more than just Ragnarok.

In Heimdall's visions he saw deaths happening from both the Akatsuki and the Old Satan Faction, and there was one death that was incredibly significant to the herald of Ragnarok, Heimdall saw the death of Madara Uchiha.

The vision kept playing over and over in his head, and no matter how many times the vision played, it all ended the same way, with Madara Uchiha dead, the final vision played out in Heimdall's head and once over, he could see Ragnarok completely, it was time.

Heimdall summoned Gjallarhorn, the horn to signal the start of Ragnarok, Heimdall blew the horn and the entire Yggdrasil shook and vibrated.

Everyone from every corner of the Nine-realms heard the Gjallarhorn, and that could only mean one thing, it is time, Ragnarok has finally come.

And That's a warp my beautiful people, let me know what you guys think, did you love it? Did you hate it? Let me know, well then Until Next time.

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