Sealed

In a desolate land long destroyed during the war of the gods so many millennia ago, a cloaked man with a raven perched on his shoulder resided. He was seated on a small solitary rock; his eyes fixed on what was before him. Before this man was a tear in the dimensional space; a new land of pure energy right before him. In his hand was a long wooden staff that looked insignificant and unimpressive, regardless of which angle one viewed it from. Yet the specks of Edict that flocked towards it and latched onto the staff said otherwise.

*Croak*

Along with a loud caw, another small raven descended from the clouds and landed stably on the unoccupied shoulder of the man – nay, the god.

“Oh Huginn? You’re back. What did you find out?” The man’s raspy voice was heard as he strangely communicated with the bird.

*Croak*

The black feathered bird displayed its unusually high intelligence by actually cawing out a reply. And even stran