"Odin was missing? What does that mean?" Mikail asked, his voice edged with disbelief.
Baldur didn't answer right away.
For the first time, the calm mask he always wore cracked. His expression shifted, just slightly, but enough for Mikail to notice. The ageless eyes that had once seemed unshakable now shimmered with something colder, something deeper.
It wasn't fear. It was uncertainty.
"…It means," He finally said, voice low and deliberate, "that the one who binds the Realms together… The one who was the axis of order, and prophecy… Simply vanished"
He looked to the horizon again, where the sky shifted in uneasy colors.
"One day he was there, and the next, gone. Even the Norns, who see all threads, cannot find his strand anymore as if he is not in this universe anymore"
A long silence stretched between them.
He looked back at Mikail, his voice now darker. He wasn't just explaining, he was warning.
