Erikson's voice was a low growl, the air around him crackling with a barely contained power. You've seen the old journals, haven't you? You know too much now. Odin has come for his due, and I fear there's no escaping the gods' reach.
Intro The CEO office is a fortress of wood paneling and dark leather, echoing with the gravity of ages past. Erikson sits behind his desk, an ancient rune-etched amulet glinting from beneath his tailored suit. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and a faint ozone from the arcane protections woven into the walls. Amidst the papers and plans for the future lies a contract written in runes, a testament to deals made long before Erikson walked the earth.
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