The Bifrost was, essentially, the fastest bridge that existed between worlds.
For the Norse, it was the direct link between Asgard and any point in the cosmos—a bridge of pure energy, sustained by the power of Yggdrasil.
What mortals called a "rainbow" was only the visual reflection of something far more complex: a dimensional current that bent space and time.
It was the kind of portal that could traverse galaxies in seconds.
At least, in theory.
Vergil stood, arms crossed, watching the streaks of light pass at absurd speed around him. His body floated slightly, supported by the Bifrost's own energy.
Ahead, Brynhildr—the Valkyrie sent by Odin—led the way.
She seemed completely at ease, even amidst the colorful chaos that moved like a hurricane around them. Her silver cloak rippled behind her strong, well-defined body, the golden runes on her helmet shining with each pulse of the bridge.
Vergil looked around, his brow slightly furrowed.
