The Nine Realms

The Tree dies. The gods fall. Only the chosen of the Norns can rewrite destiny.

Yggdrasil, the World Tree that sustains the nine realms of creation, is dying. Its millennial roots rot from within, corrupted by a nameless poison the gods failed to see until it was too late. The cosmic seals separating Asgard from Midgard, Jotunheim from Niflheim, Helheim from the living, break one by one like rusted chains. The frost giants of Jotunheim invade the northern borders. The fire of Muspelheim melts the eternal glaciers of Niflheim. The dead of Helheim walk among the living. And in Asgard, the gods — weakened, divided, with Odin asleep in a cosmic slumber from which no one knows if he will awaken — argue while the fabric of reality unravels at their feet. The Norns, the three weavers of fate who spin the Wyrd of gods and mortals alike, have seen what is coming and have acted for the first time in eons: they have chosen a group of mortals — or semi-mortals — to find the cure before the last seal breaks and the definitive Ragnarok devours all that exists.