After the destined one laid claim to the relic of the Laughing God, the Jarnsmrimir with the once-stitched eyes offered his gratitude. His kin had been avenged, and he was now free.
The destined one and the young dragon departed soon after. After all, their journey was far from over. For beyond the snowy island, past the veil that separated the spirit world from the material world, a dark storm was brewing.
As Adam flew through the portal that would lead him to Ravenfell, he desperately hoped that not too much time had passed. Within the spirit world, time worked in mysterious ways. So, it was all a matter of chance.
If he were lucky, he might arrive shortly after he departed. And if he were unlucky…
Adam gritted his teeth as his surroundings turned into a blur of myriad colors, symbolisms and knowledge, and grotesque lifeforms. Finally, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. It seemed to be a lifetime away from him, yet it arrived before him in a heartbeat.
