Seeing Thalia return alone, without Annabeth, Godwyn knew they were ready to go to the Norse Pantheon once more.
"She cried a lot still." Thalia said with an uncomfortable tone. Leaving a companion behind was painful, especially a child so attached to her, as Annabeth was.
"She is still very young." Godwyn also didn't like the idea, but Annabeth was too young. Any mistake on his part could cause her death. How could he take that risk?
"We have to go, Godwyn, the runes might attract unwanted attention right now." Mimir said with a grave tone. Honestly, he already wanted to be in the Norse Pantheon at this moment. Staying in the Greek Pantheon was too risky, especially in times of war, where vigilance was increased on many levels.
"Before we go, we have to change our appearance, fortunately it's not difficult." Godwyn said calmly, taking two necklaces from the silver horn at his waist.
The string of the two necklaces seemed to be made of a brown material, like tree branches. The core of the two necklaces were two bird skulls. If they looked closely, they would see several runes drawn on both skulls.
"Although dwarves are grumpy creatures, their work is still exquisite." Mimir commented, seeing the two necklaces. He knew those runes were dwarf runes.
"How do you use this?" Thalia asked curiously. She played with the bird skull with an interested look. Seeing things from other pantheons was something new for her and many divine beings.
As for a bird's skull, she didn't care, have you ever seen a goth fear something like that?
"Put on the necklace, whisper the appearance you want." Godwyn said as he put the necklace around his neck. However, he soon noticed Thalia looking at him expectantly.
"Put it on me." She said, turning and showing her neck. Godwyn looked strangely at Thalia, if he didn't know, he would think the girl had gone crazy.
However, he accepted the request and put the necklace around her neck, making Thalia let out a laugh full of amusement.
Godwyn shook his head and whispered to the bird skull the appearance he wanted. Under Thalia's surprised eyes, a green smoke covered Godwyn's body and when the smoke disappeared, a completely normal boy stood before her.
Thalia circled Godwyn with a curious look and was surprised that there was not even a trace of the blonde boy's previous appearance. It was as if he had really transformed into someone else.
Before Thalia stood a thirteen-year-old boy, with brown hair and dark eyes, a normal and discreet face. If he were placed in a crowd, no one would even remember such an ordinary young man.
Thalia stopped looking at Godwyn's appearance and whispered the appearance she wanted. Under Godwyn's calm eyes, a twelve-year-old girl appeared before him.
Blonde hair, brown eyes, and freckles on her face. She was decently pretty, but nothing really eye-catching like Thalia's previous appearance. After all, the girl was truly beautiful.
"No one will recognize us right now." Thalia said with a smile. She seemed satisfied with choosing an appearance so common in her eyes.
"I am Karl." Godwyn said with a smile as he extended his hand. They clearly couldn't use the same name. Otherwise, it was totally useless to change their appearance.
"Robin." Thalia said, shaking Godwyn's hand. There was a smile on the Princess of Olympus's face. They both looked at each other and laughed at each other, finding the situation very funny.
"Let's go." Godwyn said, walking to leave the surroundings of Camp Half-Blood. It was really risky to stay in that place for too long. Anything could attract the attention of Dionysus and Chiron.
Thalia quickly reached Godwyn's side with a smile and walked side by side with him. Even now she couldn't hide the happiness she was feeling at that moment.
She had no love or companion for Camp Half-Blood. Besides Luke, Grover, and Annabeth, she didn't care about anyone else. But it was normal, the girl had been there for little more than a day, it was difficult to form bonds in such a short time.
"Let's go." Godwyn said, looking with a solemn tone. He had a lot of work to do.
Thalia nodded and looked at Camp Half-Blood, she didn't care about this place, but what it symbolized. What she was doing was betraying her father, her mother, betraying her origin.
However, for some reason, she was more excited than nervous. If Godwyn knew Thalia's thoughts, he would certainly admire that rebellion was in the blood of Zeus's descendants.
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Midgard, Realm of Humans.
Scandinavia.
"Where are we?" Thalia asked with a curious tone, seeing the white and immaculate landscape. Even using her lightning to warm herself, she felt that what surrounded her was special.
Godwyn didn't answer and picked up Mimir's head. "Is it what I'm thinking?" The Demigod asked calmly, but there was a deep joy in his eyes.
"Yes, it's Fimbulwinter." Mimir said with a surprised tone, observing the snow with a solemn look. In his eyes, this snow was not common, it carried a feeling of destruction, death, and cold.
"It seems that Ragnarok is beginning." Godwyn spoke, looking at the frozen landscape before him. There was a smile on his lips. Fimbulwinter is the harbinger of the end of the world, Ragnarok. A terrible three-year winter, representing the approaching death of the cosmos.
"It seems that the war between the Greek Pantheon accelerated Ragnarok." After a moment of silence, Mimir spoke with a solemn tone. "Yes, but this is propitious for our objective. The All-Father will not be able to watch over the Nine Realms as before."
Godwyn nodded, his smile only grew, finding the surprise of Fimbulwinter arriving earlier than expected pleasant.
"That's good, at least Baldur doesn't have to die right now." Godwyn said with a relaxed tone. According to Odin's prophecy, Fimbulwinter would begin with Baldur's death, the death of the God of Light was the trigger for everything.
"It's not so easy to escape fate, Godwyn." Mimir commented with a complicated tone. Although Baldur did not die as in the prophecy, that does not mean he will not die.
"It doesn't matter, one step at a time." Despite Mimir's pessimistic words, Godwyn was more optimistic.
Thalia, who was listening to the conversation between the teenager and the talking head, showed a confused expression with everything they were talking about. "What's going on and speak English!!!" She said with an irritated tone. She understood Ragnarok, as Godwyn had partially explained it before.
"In short…" Godwyn looked at her and began to explain everything with a calm expression. His eyes were brighter than ever.
Ten minutes later, Thalia finally understood the situation the Norse Pantheon was in. Besides the endless wars, the End of the World was coming and with it, the collapse of the entire Pantheon, including gods, dwarves, elves, and humans!
"Many people will die?" Thalia asked with a worried tone. The idea of so many humans dying was terrible for her. Not only her, even Godwyn felt uncomfortable thinking about the number of humans killed at the end of Ragnarok.
"We cannot save these people and other races, at least not at the moment." Godwyn said with a calm tone. He wanted to help, but without power, he could do nothing. So, instead of blaming himself for something that hasn't even happened, he might as well get stronger as quickly as possible.
Thalia was stunned for a moment, but nodded, her expression solemn. As Godwyn had said, there was no point in thinking about the end of the world without even having the ability to protect oneself.
"What is our first objective?" Mimir asked.
"I want to kill the Watchman of the Aesir and usurp his Divine Position, so we need a weapon capable of killing a high-caliber god." Godwyn said, explaining his first step in this complicated chess game.
To have the minimum qualifications to face Odin, he needed to be a god.
As for killing his own half-brother, Godwyn had no remorse in killing his half-brother's trash. Heimdall was one of Odin's most powerful and cruel executioners, arrogant, cold, and cunning.
Godwyn perfectly remembered the several times he almost died because of Heimdall's actions, especially the last time. He almost died in the fight against Heimdall, he spent half a year recovering, showing how wounded he was.
Mimir sighed, knowing that brothers killing each other was just another consequence of Fimbulwinter. It was as if the wheel of fate turned perfectly in the direction the wheel wanted. This was frightening, but inevitable.
"I presume you're talking about the creators of Mjolnir." Mimir asked curiously.
"Yes, Brok and Sindri." Godwyn said with a smile, remembering the two dwarf brothers with completely different personalities.
"I will open a Rift Between Worlds and we will go to Svartalfheim." Mimir said with a smile.
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