I am the Beast of Inevitability.
I am the end you ignored until it was too late.
The breath before the fall. The silence before extinction.
I am the Living Calamity.
Where I walk, cities fall silent.
Where I gaze, stars flicker out.
They called me a myth.
A whisper passed from tongue to tongue in dying breaths.
But I am no legend.
I am the truth that gods fear in their final dreams.
I am the Slayer of Aesir.
I have shattered Yggdrasil’s roots,
burned golden palaces with nothing but my rage.
Odin wept. Thor screamed. Freya begged.
None were spared.
I am the Destroyer of Realms.
Nine was not enough. I carved through dimensions,
unmaking the fragile dreams of mortals and divine alike.
Heaven closed its gates.
Hell cowered behind its fire.
You think you understand power?
You think divinity shields you from fate?
I am fate.
I am the storm that follows prophecy.
The war cry at the end of time.
The last breath of every god who ever thought themselves eternal.
I am Gerald Weston.
And i am Ragnarok