Byron spread his palm, and with a dazzling flash of lightning, a very tall, shadowy figure slowly emerged from behind him.
It was a blurry-faced, stout old man, who was clearly blind in his right eye.
Atop his head sat a golden bull-horned helmet, his body was clad in shining silver armor, and he was accompanied by two hunting dogs and two Ravens on each side.
Anyone slightly familiar with the myths of the North Bay Folks would recognize this distinctive image as belonging to Woden—the god of prophecy, Authority, and the Mad Hunt!
Of course, this was only how the ancient myths described him.
Since the beginning of the Silver Era, the only god in the world has been The Shackled Creator; no one had seen that Wild Hunt King since.
The shadowy figure handed over to Byron a long spear that flickered with lightning. The spear instantly became solid in his grasp.
