Chapter 8Sigyn rode without rest, aware of each day lost at Loptr's side, as Svadilfari carried her without sleep. The flames of Muspellsheim burned her flesh from the impervious heat as she came to face the grand, steel gates alive with the inferno that forever burned as constant and as consumed in flame as the sun. The ground was hardened, black stone, steaming with the constant heat that fed the realm. Frequent pockets of bright, golden reds pushed their way through the black ground alongside pillars of flames that rose from the rock. There was no life save only what the fire gave.
Sigyn stopped briefly at the pair of giant, ebony fire wyrms that flanked the steps of Surtr's hall. Their long, slender bodies twisted and curled then tapered to the tips of their tails like snakes until th
