The world shimmered like a half-remembered dream as Reinhard blinked before his breath hitched. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he was awake or asleep. The air was cold, and then he looked down.
He saw his hands were different, they were bronze, which meant they were Odin's. He then realized he was standing where everything had once shattered from his last dream.
The ice plains gleamed around with the snow on the ground and the towering figure of Adumala.
It was then that Adumala's words echoed through his mind like a lullaby sung from another world. A way to bring the change you desire. But you would become the First Sinner of the world.
Odin shivered, his breath creating a small cloud of air as a low wind rolled across the plains, softly through the frozen spires. He closed his eyes and saw it, two paths unfolding before him.
Or perhaps only one, disguised as choice.
Maybe he was only fooling himself by believing he could choose at all.
