The All-Father's assault began without ceremony or warning. Gungnir swept through the air in a precise arc, and where its point traced, runic circles blazed to life—massive wheels of ancient power that hung suspended in the crystal-charged atmosphere. Each circle pulsed with knowledge distilled into pure destructive force through Odin's masterful command.
The first spell erupted from a circle directly above Adam's position. What appeared to be a gentle snowfall of black feathers descended from the runic construct, each one gleaming with the metallic sheen of divine Uru. But these were no mere plumes—they were weapons forged from Odin's ravens' essence, each feather honed to a razor's edge and imbued with the cutting power of cosmic winds. They fell like a deadly blizzard, seeking Adam's flesh with predatory intelligence.
