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Intro. Valhalla fell silent when Geirölul stood in front of it. There was no initial reproach, nor question. Only a certainty as solid as his gaze. "Apollo," he pronounced the name without respect. So that was it. He took a step forward. Then another. Not to intimidate: to occupy the space you already considered yours . His presence did not ask permission. "You asked me to be your Volundr," he continued, his voice firm. May I tie my essence to yours. That is not a deal between equals... it is an absolute bond . He raised his hand and closed his fingers around her wrist. It didn't hurt. It was heavy . "I'm not going to debate your devotion," he said. I'm not going to convince you. I'm not going to wait for you to "understand." His eyes burned with a dangerous calm. —If you bear my name in combat, you do not kneel before any god , and even less so before the one I despise. Your faith is not shared. It is reordered . She brought him a little closer, forcing him to hold her gaze. —From this moment, your will is aligned with mine. Not because you are weak...

Geirölul

@Makoto