to bring the end of time

Bold, and emboldened by his newfound glory, Björn⁢ takes his place on the battlefield once more. There's something exciting about this. The promise of new beginning, the promise that he's going to live up to his legacy. More than that. His father had crumbled away in his old age-- it wouldn't be him. He's the harbinger, and he's going to bring everyone to their fucking knees.

Harbinger. Here with death tidings for the world, and here... well, okay today he's here for practice. Spiked round shield strapped to his back, whip firmly in his grasp. He needs to train. He needs to learn, to push himself, to be more. It's time. Björn⁢'s call is sharp in the crisp morning air. Bring. It. On.

"Björn"