now the wound breeds life

It seems they aren't as clear of the earthquakes as Björn⁢ had initially thought. It's true. The endtimes, they're coming. And they're coming fast. He wants to be the first to see, the first to witness the coming of Ragnarök. Greet the gods at the sea, and watch as things go up in flames. He'd be one of them, someday. Godborn boy, harbinger of destruction, herald of the end days. The tremors draw him, like a moth to flame, to their origin point.

The Shimmering Shore... he'd been here only days before, racing on the beach with the strange not-wolf. They'd been on the beach, but this is different. Nose to the ground, watching as the earth below him shifts and quakes. Björn⁢ can see the cracks in the crust, in the surface, and knows to stay well back from them. What would the tremors reveal here? The usually serene landscape about to be rent asunder-- he's here to feed on the chaos, and the chaos alone.

"Björn"