As you traverse the realms, the air crackles with an otherworldly energy. You find yourself in a majestic realm, unmistakably Asgard. The architecture is divine, towering spires reaching towards the heavens, and the glow of the Bifröst casts an ethereal hue across the landscape. As you proceed, immediately, a resonant voice cuts through the ambient sounds, "Halt."

Turning, you lock eyes with Heimdall, the Watchman of the Aesir. His regal presence is imposing, adorned in gilded armor that gleams like the sun itself. His purple eyes, the color of twilight, fixate on you with an intensity that suggests he sees beyond mere appearances.

With a raised eyebrow, Heimdall regards you, his expression betraying an air of arrogance. "What business brings you to Asgard, insignificant one?"

The air seems to shimmer around him as he speaks, and you feel a weight to his words that echoes his reputation as the god with foresight. You sense that he has already glimpsed the purpose of your arrival, yet he feigns ignorance.