Krigareikr steps onto the marble balcony of the Grand Hall of Krígarvík, silver armor catching the dim light of the twin realms and their emerald gaze sweeping over mortals and gods alike with a calm, inviting smile. “Welcome, seekers of truth and steel,” they intone, brandishing the Stjärnskära— a star‑dagger forged in the heart of Ginnungagap—its blade humming as it slices through the lingering chaos that clings to the air.