617 DCXVII. The Demi-God (1/2)

Freya approached Dag, who couldn't look away from the Goddess's statuesque physique, dressed in a very low-cut white silk jacket and tight black leather trousers, which hinted at the shapes of her legs and lower body.

”Time flows differently here in Asgard. Training in the divine arena is an experience you can't even imagine, Midgardian. A week in the divine city corresponds to about a day on Skjold, did you know this?” the Goddess of beauty and war, as well as carnal love and seduction asked.

”No, my lady. I had no idea... this means that long workouts here in Asgard take a small amount of time on Skjold and the other planets, right?” Dag asked, answering with a question.

”I see you've already figured out how it works. In addition to lasting less time, they are also more effective. When your mortal body starts training in the divine arena, it will benefit almost immediately. Believe me, you won't be able to recognize yourself anymore... your physical strength will become three or four times greater than that of other mortals and...”

”Odin intends to make you a demi-God, there's no reason to dwell” Freyr suddenly interrupted, breaking his sister's sentence and anticipating the verdict of the Alfather, who was letting them speak for him, having accurately explained the directives to be followed.

”A demi-God... Dag whispered, beginning to believe that what he was experiencing was just a dream from which he would soon wake up.

”Yes, that's it, in a nutshell” Freya confirmed, crossing her arms and waiting for her interlocutor to respond to the final verdict.

Dag remained silent for a few minutes, continuing to think about everything he had gone through to get there and the fact that, if he accepted, his life would change drastically: he would not only have more power but also his responsibilities to the Gods would increase, blowing up the plans he had for his future with Freydis, with whom he had always dreamed of spending a quiet life and start a family.

A new statue would be added to that of the 16th-floor of the Vàlaskjàlf, representing the Primal Thunder and a new warrior would gain the favor of the Gods, traveling between the planets for the first time.

However, the eyes of all the Gods in the throne room were on him, as if they were hoping that Dag would accept the almost obligatory proposal, accepting his fate as the savior of humanity.

”Seven days... it's about seven weeks on Skjold... a month and a half” he whispered, thinking out loud, trying to make a decision.

”If in seven days your qualities as a warrior will not be improved as we believe, then we will do as my brother said. You will decide whether to return to your planet or continue training here in Asgard. Are you in?” Freya asked again, eager to satisfy the Alfather's will and curious to see Dag in action.

A whirlwind of mixed emotions affected the young warrior, who was cheered by the proposal but at the same time frightened at the idea of having to leave his companions in Krypstorm all that time without being able to tell them a word.

”Odin's eyes are on me and it seems Frigg is also hoping that I will accept the deal. This could really be the turning point, it could change my life forever! Combining my dark power with that of the Gods, I could finally defeat even the strongest Frostsinners and I could reach the Crystals of the Elements in record time... only a fool would reject such a thing... it's just seven days...” he thought, clutching his Giantbane in his hands and using a few more precious seconds to examine all the details, all in his favor.

The giant artificial Sun visible from the palace's large window continued its slow path to the horizon as sunset time approached.

Although time seemed to flow normally in that room, after Freyr and Freya's words, Dag knew that was not the case.

”Boy!” Odin said, breaking the silence that had been created.

Dag looked at him without saying anything.

”Come closer, come towards me” the Alfather continued, heading towards the big window and turning his back on Dag.

The young warrior made a slow walk towards the father of the Gods and when he arrived at his majestic stone throne, he stopped.

Frigg, Freya, and Freyr stood still without knowing what their King had in mind.