Aspira: Buku Catatan Dahaga

MUSPELSDÓTTIR

- 25 Maret 2021.

She was unfettered and in flames, not from the sheer blinding powers she just unleashed, but from the wrath endlessly churning in her guts from seeing her brothers in arms falling, one at a time, like a beautiful dance rehearsed by the most grotesque ballers in existence—hips twisted, necks bent, hearts skewered and bleeding.

The stampede was over. The Rainbow Bridge had fallen, but so had the warcries accompanying the fiery giants riding on fiery horses slamming their fiery spears into the ground, gnashing and leaving scorched remains where they struck, fallen men and gods alike. The revenant knights in shining armor could not restrain them long, which was cue for the wargods to enter the scene.

What was once an invasion quickly turned tides into a massacre of invaders.

She gasped for breath. The flames she poured out of her body burned into a harsher shade of blue, and soon into a blinding shade of brilliant white, startling every head in the battlefield. She stared upon each and every single face that turned her way, and soon enough, realization dawned on her: the mightiest of the gods was not there with them.

He was busy fighting his own war across the three rivers, on the plains of Vigridr where his final steps will be called, struggling against the serpentine son of the trickster.

The mightiest was not there, and their best was not armed with his trusty sword.

The flash was over. It was not one of lightning, like her enemies: hers was of pure fire, raging and bellowing, all-consuming and untamed. Hers was of her brethren: angry, invasive, undoused.

Undefeated.

The sword in her hand answered her call, and as she lunges to strike the Fairest of the Gods, she screamed on top of her lungs, a warcry unlike ever heard before, a spirit ablaze with sparks to drown a thousand suns.

She was Muspelsdóttir, the Daughter of Muspel, the only one amongst its Sons, and she was there to avenge them.

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