{"All power is within you; you can do anything and everything."}
Frey and Tor stood up, and we rushed over to them, and they turned at once, Tor's face lighting up with that reckless grin I had come to count on, and Freyr thanked the gods for standing, blood-smeared but looking better than I left him. I nearly collided into them, grabbing Tor's shoulder, then Freyr's, grounding myself in their presence. "You're alive," I breathed. "You're both damn it, I thought I'd lost you."
Tor gave a low chuckle, clapping me on the back. "You're not rid of us yet, Dante."
"We held the pass," Freyr added quietly, his voice low, still tinged with fury. "But he is close. I can feel him. The mountain's screaming."