Midgar and the Temple of Tyr 2.281

The whole group reached the staircase that led to the face carved into the mountain. Years ago, Viggo and Rosewisse had stayed apart because at that time the face emitted a dark miasma that Rosewisse had called arcane magic. However, now it was no longer present, according to Atreus, he and his father had dispelled said magic with the light of the Alfheim.

Viggo and the rest stopped at the point where the staircase became narrow, and a deep precipice was produced on the sides. At this height the snow was visible everywhere, the walls were covered with ice and the wind was blowing strongly. Kratos and Atreus had a natural resistance to this cold. Viggo and Rosewisse had faced the cold of Helheim, so now this level of cold meant nothing. Only Brunnhilde seemed uncomfortable, but she tried not to show it.

Viggo stopped on the right side with Rosewisse and Brunnhilde behind him while Kratos stopped on the left side with little Atreus by his side. Both sides exchanged glances and Viggo say —well, that's as far as we got together. According to the master's instructions, it is more convenient for us to fly outside and look for the corpse of the dragon that was left between the mountains—

—Take care, boy— Kratos said, extending his hand.

Viggo smiled and stretched out his hand to take Kratos' forearm. A firm shook and they separated. Viggo looked at Atreus and offered him a hand, but the boy looked at him with some reluctance. Viggo smiled, bent down and gestured with both hands to get him to come closer. Atreus walked towards him and gave him a tight hug.

—Don't worry, we'll meet again, this is just a brief farewell— said Viggo.

—Yes, brother, take care— said Atreus with some sorrow.

—I'd give you a hug, boy, but you're so hateful you don't deserve it— Mimir said, hanging from Kratos' waist.

Viggo chuckled, broke away from Atreus, stood up and said —I hope you take care of my brother, Mimir, he is young, but he could use a few words from the wisest man alive in the Nine Realms—

—You'll never forget it, right?—

—Never—

—You two— Kratos said, looking at the Valkyries —take care of Viggo, he's too troublesome a boy—

—I know, sir— replied Rosewisse —you don't have to tell me—

Kratos let out a laughing snort, nodded and started walking. Atreus followed but kept looking back as if expecting Viggo to follow them. Viggo and Rosewisse waved their hands in farewell and Atreus imitated them until Kratos scolded him for not paying attention when he was crossing a staircase with cliffs on both sides.

—Shall we go?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo nodded, looked at Brunnhilde, and focused on the missing arm —Will you be okay?—

—There should be no problems— replied Brunnhilde, looking him in the eye.

Viggo nodded, looked at Rosewisse, and turned his back to her —please— he said.

—Remember, take a deep breath, and don't get tense— Rosewisse said, hugging him from behind, —if you get scared and make your body stiff, it's hard for me to maneuver in the air—

—I'll try to do my best, but it's not my fault. A certain person gave me a lot of scares in these mountains—

—Weeping— said Rosewisse, she flew away, flapping a couple of times gaining altitude, but the strong gusts of wind lifted her up and pushed her back. Viggo immediately tensed, which didn't help, but Rosewisse continued flapping until she found a height where the wind currents weren't as strong.

—It wasn't on purpose— Viggo said, holding onto Rosewisse's hands on his chest.

—I know, but don't be nervous, it doesn't help— Rosewisse replied, continuing to flutter and continue to gain height while Brunnhilde followed closely.

That way they went up the mountain until the stone was hidden by the snow, but they did not go to the mountain, so they began to surround it while gaining height. They had to go to the north face of the mountain, overlooking the Veitnurgard region, where there was a lake with a statue of Thor. From there they had to look for a wide region between the mountains where the corpse of the dragon would be in sight. If he was still there, he had not lost, after all, he measured more than a hundred meters from head to tail.

After twenty minutes of flight, Viggo shouted —there— looking towards a corner of the mountains, where he could see a huge scaly and elongated construction that had no wings.

Rosewisse and Brunnhilde flew in that direction being very careful of treacherous winds. This interior region lacked snow, so if they fell the impact would be directly against the stones. They landed ten meters from the tail and walked closer until they touched the creature.

—Its scales are soft— said Viggo passing his hands across the surface of his tail —I can still feel the texture like rocks. An ancient dragon scale is hard as steel—

—Will it be good for making these?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo looked at her and then looked to the side processing the words. She was right, maybe because it was a young dragon, it wouldn't have the same consistency to make the estus. However, it was better than nothing.

—It doesn't matter— said Viggo —we'll see when we go back to Orario—

Viggo brought his hands to the leather bag crossed to his chest and opened the lid. He then brought his right hand to the dragon corpse and absorbed the body into the bag as if it were sucked in. In just an instant the corpse disappeared leaving a huge crater the size of his body and traces of blood. In the vicinity there was nothing, except a cave in a corner that led to the interior of the mountain of the Jotun.

—Now what do we do?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo smiled slyly and said—you heard my master and Atreus, the interior of the temple of Tyr is full of treasures. Tyr is supposed to have died, so he doesn't need them—

—I thought you were a warrior, Viggo Dragonroad— Rosewisse said with a frown as Brunnhilde accompanied her in the expression of disgust —now you look like a grave robber—

Viggo patted the leather bag and replied —Well, if you don't want to, I'll have to keep everything. Imagine, mountains and mountains of treasures, what a shame, I thought I would share it with you—

Rosewisse looked at his face, red hair, blue eyes while smiling maliciously. Rosewisse thought Viggo was smiling a lot that way lately, but it wasn't like it didn't favor him. On the contrary, it made him look even more daring than usual. She thought about what Viggo said, she was passing through, as she had to pass through the temple of Tyr to reach the statues of the oarsmen and look for the Rocstoll aff valkyrs.

—Okay, but don't cheat me— Rosewisse said as if she didn't want to, but she was really anticipating it.

Viggo looked at Brunnhilde and said —Follow us, we'll show you something great—

They flew north to the temple of Tyr and stopped at the bridge. The lake seemed calm, and the world snake watched everything from a distance. In the distance you could see how his huge body crossed the mountains and literally reached every sector of Midgar.

Viggo and the rest looked at him for a few minutes. Then they turned their backs on him and began to walk toward the temple.

—At the bottom?— asked Viggo as he moved at a brisk pace to avoid running from the excitement.

—Yes— Rosewisse replied with a broad smile and just as excited. Behind them Brunhilde followed them without understanding their behavior.

Viggo, Rosewisse and Brunnhilde stopped a little before the entrance to the temple of Tyr, turned left and went down some stairs that led them to a side corridor. This corridor took them to another long staircase with a break and that continued down to the last side corridor at water level.

—I didn't realize the water level had dropped so low— Viggo said.

—And you say it, Jormugand is too big— replied Rosewisse, everyone stopped and investigated the distance at the huge head of the world's serpent. Then they continued walking to an obsidian stone door with golden edges. Viggo stuck his fingers into the slit between the doors and opened it with one blow. Inside was a five-meter-wide corridor that led them to an internal chamber with a circular appearance. In the center was a bowl of sand, which Rosewisse read and solved on her own. As they wrote in the sand the floor around the bowl descended and they saw the beautiful murals recounting Tyr's adventures in other lands.

Once they stopped, they saw a hallway ahead and what appeared to be a spacious interior room. From this distance the riches were already visible. Viggo walked at a brisk pace and Rosewisse followed with the same anticipation while Brunnhilde did not understand all they excitement. However, when she arrived at the inner room, she understood that it motivated them so much. Mountains of gold in every corner, artifacts, scepters, crowns, necklaces, precious stones, vessels from other kingdoms and utensils that he had never seen in her life.

Viggo and Rosewisse looked into each other's eyes with a wide smile and ran to a mound of treasures each without worrying about Brunnhilde.

—This is mine— said Rosewisse, picking up a huge gemstone, she saw a necklace with a blue stone as big as an eye —and this too, aaaah, and this, and this—

Quickly her hands were filled with jewelry, precious stones, and other objects that were too beautiful to just ignore.

For her part, Brunnhilde was just as excited, but moved calmly throughout the room. She saw a door and she saw a smaller room —there are more treasures here— she said.

Viggo and Rosewisse heard her words, turned away from the treasure mountains, and walked to where she was. Then they saw the room, looked at each other and Rosewisse took Brunnhilde by her arm while Viggo put his hand on her back.

—Hey, wait, I just said, I don't want anything— Brunnhilde said, scared because she was being taken by force.

—What are you talking about?— asked Viggo —if you come with us you must have a drink, now you are our accomplice—

—I don't want to steal—

—What are you talking about?— asked Rosewisse with a broad smile —Tyr died many winters ago, all this is here gaining ground and filling with cobwebs. It's a waste to leave it here to rot, come on, come on, come on, it's your chance to have something nice—

—I just need a good sword—

Viggo smiled slyly and said —Well, to buy a good sword you need gold, so go ahead, tell me what you like it and I'll take it for you. Face it, you are now our accomplice—

Rosewisse, Brunnhilde and Viggo came to the room and saw that the vast majority were only artifacts from other lands, also gold, but they could not be compared to the mountains outside. They dispersed, looked at the surroundings and began to take objects they liked. It was pure whim because in the end they would take everything and put it inside the leather bag that Viggo carried crossed to his chest.

—Someone broke a jug— Brunnhilde said, picking up some pieces of clay.

Viggo walked up to where she was and stopped beside her. He looked at the clay on the ground and saw a very clear image of someone he knew, by physical form he was younger, but it was no doubt; Kratos, the ghost of Sparta with the swords of chaos and the red tattoo all over his body.

—It doesn't matter— said Viggo —it has no value to the person himself, so forget it—

—What are you talking about, Viggo?— asked Rosewisse.

Viggo crushed the image of his master when he was the destroyer of the world and smiled slyly.