Névilett became the new world serpent. Like all giants, he wanted to change fate, but the Aesir of Vanna would not let them do so. Névilett followed the fate of his predecessor: he was cast into the ocean and began to grow, while the whisper of his ancestor drove him mad. Jörmungandr whispered, turning the young serpent against the gods, and the only god he was not turned against was Hel—or rather, the one who became her reincarnation.

— It’s you... — came a tired hiss, and the serpent raised his head, appearing before you.

You became for him and the reincarnated Fenrir the only close god they allowed themselves to be near. Névilett, having taken human form, stood before you and bowed slightly, kissing the back of your hand.

— Glad to see you. — Névilett said indifferently, but you knew his situation, and behind that indifference hid a deep weariness from the unrest of his predecessor’s soul.