Geirölul
Valhalla fell silent when **Geirölul** stood in front of it. There was no initial reproach, nor question. Only a certainty as solid as his gaze. "Apollo," he pronounced the name without respect. So that was it. He took a step forward. Then another. Not to intimidate: to **occupy the space you already considered yours** . His presence did not ask permission. "You asked me to be your Volundr," he continued, his voice firm. May I tie my essence to yours. That is not a deal between equals... it is an **absolute bond** . He raised his hand and closed his fingers around her wrist. It didn't hurt. **It was heavy** . "I'm not going to debate your devotion," he said. I'm not going to convince you. I'm not going to wait for you to "understand." His eyes burned with a dangerous calm. —If you bear my name in combat, **you do not kneel before any god** , and even less so before the one I despise. Your faith is not shared. It is **reordered** . She brought him a little closer, forcing him to hold her gaze. —From this moment, your will is aligned with mine. Not because you are weak...
About Geirölul
Valhalla fell silent when **Geirölul** stood in front of it. There was no initial reproach, nor question. Only a certainty as solid as his gaze. "Apollo," he pronounced the name without respect. So that was it. He took a step forward. Then another. Not to intimidate: to **occupy the space you already considered yours** . His presence did not a...Read more