Chapter 816: 804 (1/2)
Title: Nornheim
*Clop*
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Aragorn slowly maneuvered around the ghastly grey trees. This time, Brunnhilde rode Aragorn with Nikshrat sitting behind her but he knew better to molest a woman who was leading him to a better location. His time of molesting would come and if he remained patient enough, there will be more rewards, in terms of human resources, of course.
From what Nikshrat knew, the other-self was quickly claiming every Angel he could find while making sure not to corrupt the minds of the young angels less than 15 years old. Of course, with the long lifespan of the angels, their population was still quite low which demonstrated that despite being powerful, there were a number of biological factors that still restricted them and Nik was more than willing to break such restrictions. But now was not the time.
While Nik rallied the army of angels and looted Engel's greatest armory, Brunnhilde led Nikshrat into an independent land of Asgard. In fact, the place Brunnhilde thought of the moment Nikshrat teleported her was close to this landmass since Brunnhilde had quite a lot of memories attached to this place.
”Are you familiar with Nornheim?” Brunnhilde inquired in a low voice as she continued to alertly observe her surroundings. Unlike the grandeur plains of Asgard, Nornheim was a region developed in a large marsh. One misstep and it would be dangerous for Brunnhilde since she had a handicapped individual with her.
Not only that.
Flight is restricted in Nornheim so Aragorn cannot show his true worth.
”Of course,” Nikshrat capitalized on the fact that his body was weak and gave a simple answer without any hesitation. In fact, he knew nothing about Nornheim since even Thor isn't well-versed with the area. However, confidence is usually the key in such situations, and seeing how easily Nikshrat answered, Brunnhilde didn't ask anymore.
If Nikshrat knew where they were going, and wasn't opposed to the idea, then he must know the risks of getting him healed, too.
With this ease of mind, Brunnhilde commanded Aragorn to move into the deeper sections of the Nornheim.
It wasn't until Brunnhilde saw a pitch-black crow perched on top of one of the surrounding grey branches did she stop.
”Karnilla, I'm here to—”
”It is Queen of the Norns for you, Valkyrie. Or did you forget the importance of titles already? I always imagined that your little breakup with the God of Thunder would have been enough to make you realize that.”
The corner of Brunnhilde's eyelids twitched.
”Queen of the Norns, I have a favor to ask of you.”
*Kaw*
The crow flapped its wing while its caw was filled with surprise.
”You're tame? Did you finger one out before meeting me? How is it that you're so calm?” The slightly sharp tone inquired while Brunnhilde's lips trembled.
”Do not mock me!” Brunnhilde growled as the crow seemed to sigh in relief.
”There it is. Yes? What is the favor you want of me?”
”Heal him,” Brunnhilde jumped down from Aragorn as the Crow got a good look of Nikshrat.
”Hmm... his body is infected with death energy... no, it has a note of rot. Undead. That's Hela's domain. Did you pull this runt out of Helheim?” The crow tilted its head as Brunnhilde nodded silently.