THE FIGURE'S FOOTSTEPS ARE MUTED against the thick blanket of snow, each step deliberate as he walks beneath the celestial dance of the Aurora Borealis.
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The colors of the night sky, vibrant against the dark expanse. Drawing to a halt, he tilts his head back, allowing the ethereal beauty of the lights to envelop him, a moment of peace before the ritual.
Closing his eyes, Gabriel begins to pray, his voice a soft murmur carried on the cold night air.
"Hrafn Gud, warden of Corvus' expanse, harken min bøn (hear my prayer). Vision grant me, paths to unveil, wisdom deep as Mimir's well, and might as steadfast as Yggdrasil's stance."
The world around him falls away, silence enveloping him as he reaches out with his mind, seeking connection with the divine. The prayer shifts into a deeper communion, an intimate conversation with a presence felt but unseen.
"Show me the way." He whispers, his breath visible in the freezing air.
As his plea fades into the stillness, the aurora borealis above him flares, a sign that his words have been heard.
Visions begin to unfurl in his mind's eye. Filled of possibilities and warnings threaded together by the threads of destiny.
He sees unity, a collective of souls bound by a shared purpose, their resolve unyielding.
But then suddenly, the light of the vision dims, overshadowed by the emergence of a hooded figure, walking slow.
One that reeked dread.
A harnessed power that is unstable and one that challenged all.
A Harbinger of death that awaited.
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Gabriel watches, heart pounding, as the figure approaches.
Flames rise, consuming as screams of despair echo through the vision, a chilling prelude to a future that must be prevented.
