Reinhard looked down at his right hand, at the symbol of Angra Mainyu clearly visible now that his glove was removed. The crown, the split sun, the mask, the serpent, the chains, the wings, all of it seed to stare back at him silently.
He’d made a choice in that crimson-black tide. He’d offered his hand to sothing that had been nothing but hatred and suffering for countless ages.
And now he would dream its dreams.
He would experience its mories, feel its emotions, live through whatever horrors had shaped the Source of All Evil into what it was. His fingers curled slowly into a fist, but he could still feel it there, pulsing faintly against his skin.
"When do I get the gloves?" Reinhard asked quietly, his voice steady despite everything he’d just learned.
Celestia straightened. "Normally it would take a while, but I can say it’s a dical need and have it by the end of the week."
Reinhard nodded once in acceptance. There was no point in dwelling on fears that might never co to pass. All he could do was prepare, stay alert, and trust the people around him to help if things went wrong.
Rosaria then said. "But speaking about the dreams, the History Institution had already reviewed your dream entry and sent the findings to the Information Institution."
Reinhard’s eyes lit up, and he quickly asked. "How many points did I get?"
Rosaria humd before saying. "You got a hundred twenty points, which is one of the highest. But based on the History Institution excitent, it seed it was justified."
Reinhard nodded and said. "The Dream Club I joined ntioned it was an amazing one. But if I got a hundred twenty from that...I should be able to get maybe two hundred from the current ones I have..."
Celestia blinks before asking. "Is it really that amazing?
Reinhard nodded as he organized his thoughts before he started to talk about his dream. Starting from when Odin first drifted into the fire realm, as that was the current one’s beginning point. But he gave a summary of the characters and the area around, Celestia wouldn’t get lost or confused.
"Odin went to the Fire Realm." He began saying. "After devouring Adumula, and becoming the sa existence as her. He went to et the guardian there."
"Guardian?" Celestia leaned forward slightly.
"A Towering Black Being." Reinhard’s eye grew distant, seeing it again. "Its body was blacker than the space between stars, covered in points of light that moved like galaxies. When I looked at it through Odin’s eyes, I saw past and future simultaneously, visions layered on top of each other until I couldn’t distinguish which was which."
Celestia’s eyes widened in surprise. "Such a being... Your dreams really are connected to a beginning point or creation start."
Rosaria nodded and said. "Keep going."
Reinhard continued, describing the being’s revelation about the frost giants’ nature. How they were embodints of their realm’s principle, preservation, and tilessness made flesh. How change was impossible for them because change contradicted their fundantal existence.
"The being told Odin that things weren’t supposed to happen this way," Reinhard said, his hands gesturing unconsciously. "There was an order, a script that existence was supposed to follow. More beings like Odin should have been discovered gradually before tension would build between them and the frost giants. Eventually, war, and then together they would end Ymir with the Universe’s help."
Rosaria’s eyes narrowed. "A predetermined path guided by the universe’s hands."
"Exactly." Reinhard nodded. "But Adumula’s sacrifice broke that order and gave Odin the freedom to choose his own path instead of following fate."
He described the battle that followed, how the being had created a blade of pure separation, how their clash had devastated the fire realm. The words ca faster now, tumbling over each other as he tried to capture the brief scope of what he’d witnessed.
"When the being fell, it gave Odin its sword willingly," Reinhard said. "It wanted to see what soone who’d broken free of order could accomplish. What changes could they bring?"
Celestia’s expression had grown thoughtful. "And then Odin went to face Ymir."
"Yes." Reinhard’s voice dropped slightly. "He masked his presence and walked through the frozen realm one last ti. Saw his brothers sparring, Vili and Ve. Saw his parents together, his mother, Bestla, and father, Borr. He thought about what they ant to him, questioned whether he was truly their child or just a tool the Universe created."
He paused, rembering the weight of those thoughts through Odin’s consciousness. Rosaria frowns but doesn’t say anything while Celestia’s eyes soften a bit.
"But in the end, he decided it didn’t matter. He was grateful for them regardless of the reason."
Rosaria shifted in her chair. "And Ymir?"
"It was waiting on its throne. It already knew Adumula had died." Reinhard’s hands clenched into fists. "Ymir told him it had reset the world many tis before. Whenever things went off the Order, she would squash any variables and command the universe to reset."
The revelation made both won freeze.
Celestia’s eyes widened slightly. "The world has been reset? Multiple tis?"
"That’s what it said." Reinhard confird. "But Odin didn’t care. He’d made a promise to create a better world, and he would overco any obstacle, even Ymir. Then Ymir stood up and took on her identity for battle-"
"Her? Could Ymir change form?" Celestia asked with a raised brow.
"It’s more like Ymir had no fixed gender or maybe both at the sa ti. Odin thought of her as the Unshaped Titan, vast beyond asurent, beyond gender, and defined only by what she deems at the mont."
Celestia blinked before nodding. "Amazing, keep going."
He described the battle with growing intensity. How Ymir’s aura had shaken the entire realm, how silence had made everything louder. The clash of fundantal forces preservation versus transformation, stasis versus change.
"The battle devastated everything," Reinhard said. "When it ended, both of them were ruined. Odin was bleeding from countless wounds, blue blood from his mother’s heritage, red from his father’s, and gold from his transcendence. Ymir was split in half by the First Fla’s blade."
His voice softened as he continued.
"But the strangest part was after. Odin asked Ymir for her last words, and she just said ’I see.’ Nothing else. He scread at her, asking why she didn’t feel anything. Even in death, she remained emotionless, empty."
Celestia’s hand rose to her mouth. "How terrible."
"I can understand why he got angry. From his view, she looked no different than a tool." Rosaria said softly.
"Odin felt pity for her," Reinhard said quietly after nodding. "A being who had existed since the beginning, who had maintained reality itself, but had never understood emotion or connection. He told her he hoped she’d be different when reborn in the new world."
Then his tone shifted, becoming more animated as he described what followed.
"Odin used Ymir’s body to create the new world. Her flesh separated into particles that beca conscious earth, which was soil that rembered what it ant to think. Her blood flowed down to beco seas and oceans. Her bones beca mountains, the spines of the world giving structure to everything."
His hands moved as he spoke, gesturing to illustrate the cosmic construction.
"Her skull beca the first sky, supported at four points that created the cardinal directions, the first ti space had ever organized itself around concepts like north, south, east, and west. Her hair fell and beca forests, breath beca wind, and voice was woven into the world as the potential for language."
Rosaria leaned forward, her professional mask slipping to reveal fascination. "He built an entire world from her corpse."
"But that wasn’t all." Reinhard continued. "He added sothing more. Using his mories of his family and Adumula, he wove into the world the capacity for love and change. The ability to recognize another consciousness as sacred, to form connections that transcend survival."
He paused, rembering Odin’s final mont before the dream had shifted.
"In the end, he decided to create nine realms total. He froze all the frost giants and his family, including them, before sealing them away temporarily. Then he looked at what he’d built and questioned how he should build them... This is where I am currently.’"
Silence fell as Reinhard finished.
Both won sat processing what they’d heard, expressions ranging from wonder to disbelief.
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