Reinhard's vision cleared, consciousness reassembling enough to perceive again.
Odin stood in the devastated realm. His body was ruined beyond what it had been after fighting the Towering Black Being.
New cuts on his flesh, deeper and more numerous, with frost marks covered him.
But it wasn't ice but frost that almost locked his body into eternal stillness.
Cracks ran through his skin like broken porcelain, golden light bleeding through the fissures. Holes punctured his torso, clean wounds that went completely through, showing swirling energy within barely holding his form intact.
Blood leaked from countless wounds. All three colors mixed on the ground below, creating pools of impossible hue.
And before him stood Ymir.
She bled too, her blue blood poured from wounds across her massive form. Her crystalline body showed cracks, deep fissures that hadn't existed before.
