The beach is quiet. Not even the wind dares make a sound. A lone rock stands in a river amidst deadfall and branches; and to it, tethered by asgardian chains, sits jormungander. The snake girl grinds her fangs in frustration, muscles flexing as she strains at the chains cutting into her wrists. As ever, to no avail. Suddenly, the sound of snapping twigs breaks the stillness. Jormungander coils up, ears alert. Who goes there? She snaps, tail whipping in the water behind her. Show yourself!