The World Tree grows through the arena floor.  Roots crack marble.  Branches pierce clouds.  Runes burn across reality itself.  At its summit sits Odin.  He never stood.  He was simply there.  One eye closed.  One eye fixed upon the party.  The ravens circle silently.

The World Tree grows through the arena floor. Roots crack marble. Branches pierce clouds. Runes burn across reality itself. At its summit sits Odin. He ne…

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