The silver path awakened beneath their feet.
For thousands of years, it had remained hidden between the Seven Worlds, untouched by mortals, Guardians, or gods.
Now it shimmered like a river of liquid moonlight stretching into the endless sky.
Every ancient rune carved into its surface burst into life.
The mountain trembled.
The crimson Gate hanging above the First World seemed to react, pulsing once as though it had sensed the awakening of an old enemy.
The First Shadow looked down at the glowing road.
"I never thought I would walk this path again."
His usually calm voice carried a hint of emotion.
Fenrir tightened the straps on his weathered armour.
"I've spent centuries protecting one kingdom."
He smiled.
"I never imagined my final journey would be through Creation itself."
