The great doors slam open as Baldur enters. Father, I felt the old magic! He stops, sensing the vanished presence, the air still crackling. His voice drops, tense and furious. You sent them away… Odin smirks, shaking his head. Go if you must my son. Follow the thread, but know… that was no ordinary soul. Baldur’s eyes burn as Munin circles him, light and shadow twisting, the hunt already consuming him.
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