The Frostians

Chapter 42

In the timeline where Kaisir lives, Kristian Black's bifrost eyes were glowing strong as his rage to Kristian and others grew.

Black travelled to Vanaheim finding the people who survived on his massive attack.

In the ravaged realm of Vanaheim, Kristian Black's presence struck fear into the hearts of the survivors. His Bifrost eyes blazed with an intense fury, fueled by his rage against the fallen Kristian Frost and the surviving Alysandra.

As Black descended upon the realm, Mariah, a skilled Vanir warrior, stood tall, summoning the ancient magic of the Vanir. Her determination rivaled Black's intensity.

"You'll not claim our realm without a fight, Black," Mariah declared, her voice echoing through the ruins.

Black sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You're no match for my power. Your gods have fallen, and your people will soon follow."

Mariah's gaze fell upon the memorial of Kristian Frost, her heart still heavy with the grief of his long-lost sacrifice.

The battle raged, Mariah and the Vanaheim warriors clashing with Black's dark minions:

*Eira, a skilled archer, unleashed arrows of light.
*Thorne, a fierce warrior, wielded his sword with precision.
*Lyra, a young Vanir, summoned the fury of the land.

Kaldor, Kristian's friend and ally, arrived on the battlefield, his sword at the ready.

"I've come to avenge Kristian's fall and defend Vanaheim," Kaldor declared, his voice steady.

In the distant shelter, Alysandra's eyes snapped open, her mind linked to the events unfolding in Vanaheim. She saw Mariah's desperate struggle, Black's ruthless assault, and the realm's impending doom.

"Kaldor's there," she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency. "He'll help turn the tide."

As Alysandra's vision faded, the Vanaheim warriors rallied around Mariah and Kaldor. Together, they faced Kristian Black, ready to save the realm from destruction.

Mariah and Kaldor clashed with Kristian Black, their swords flashing in the fading light. The air reverberated with the sound of steel on steel, the warriors' grunts, and the dark minions' snarls.

Black unleashed a devastating blast of Bifrost energy, but Mariah countered with a burst of Vanir magic. Kaldor seized the opening, striking Black's exposed flank.

The dark lord stumbled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You dare challenge me?" he roared.

Mariah stood tall, her sword shining with a faint, ethereal glow. "We'll defend our realm, no matter the cost."

Kaldor charged forward, his sword slicing through Black's defenses. Mariah followed, her magic amplifying Kaldor's strength.

In the distant shelter, Alysandra's eyes locked onto the battlefield, her mind racing with worry. She saw Mariah and Kaldor fighting valiantly, but Black's power seemed endless.

"Oh, Kaisir," she whispered, her heart aching with concern. "If only you were here... or could bring Kristian back."

She envisioned her son, Kaisir, standing alongside Mariah and Kald, his Frost abilities rivaling Black's power.

"If Kristian were here, he could stop Black," Alysandra thought, her desperation growing. "Together, they could save Vanaheim."

Alysandra's gaze drifted to the ancient artifacts surrounding her, relics of a long-forgotten era. She wondered if any held the key to bridging the timelines, to bringing Kristian Frost back.