"You can never really trust rumours," Arthur said as he stepped out of the Cosmic Gate and returned to the space beneath Yggdrasil, and hearing this, Barda raised an eyebrow.
"How did your talk go?" he asked.
"Much better than I expected. I went there thinking my offer would be dismissed as nonsense, but it was taken far more seriously than I thought," Arthur replied before turning his gaze to the mummified Nidhoggr.
"Seems things went well here, too. There was quite a bit of shaking earlier. Was that you?"
"Probably," Barda said, raising his hand and turning his wrist anticlockwise.
|Reverse.|
At his command, the flow of time rewound, and everything across the Nine Realms returned to the state it was in before he, Wyndella, and Arthur had arrived, including the conditions of all beings within it.
All except for the wolf Arthur had just spoken to.
In other words, Odin and Heimdall regained their sight, and to them, nothing had taken place beneath Yggdrasil.
