now the wound breeds life

The rot prince is entirely unaware that there's a set of eyes behind his sister, though a hulking beast lurks just out of sight. Instead, his gaze is pulled from the strange cracks beginning to form in the soft earth to a familiar face. Björn's grin spreads comfortably, lacking much of the sinister edge it's been tangled up with lately. Reaching out to nose at her cheek, half a greeting, half making sure she's real. No telling what tricks this place could hold, with everything going on.

Satisfied that Lumi is here, in the flesh, he turns to examine the ground where it splits. "All the signs of Ragnarök, how could it be anything else?" A brilliance in his gaze, glimmering and unsettling. Everything around him is electric, the energy feeding him in turn. "The rumbling in the earth will churn up the sea, and well... you know what comes next." The end times. They'd heard the stories.

There was a storm coming, but what kind? Björn couldn't say. The stories would only get them so far, legends told to children. "Unless you've come to another conclusion... it's the only sense I can find." Maybe he'd jumped too quickly to the end of days, but everything felt deeply apocalyptic to Björn. Scanning the horizon, tracing the cracks in the earth until he can no longer see them. The Shore looked strange, in ways he didn't know how to place. In ways he could only guess at, only attempt to understand. Lumine had always been the reasonable one, after all.

"Björn"