Five realms hung in the arrangement.
Asgard gleaming with light, Midgard encircled by its protective wall, Jotunheim raging with primal storms, Alfheim shimmering with golden beauty, and Vanaheim abundant with generous growth.
Each one is distinct and unique with its own purpose.
But Odin's expression carried contemplation rather than satisfaction. His crimson-blue-gold eyes stared into the void between realms, seeing not what was but what was missing.
Questions formed in his consciousness, and Reinhard felt them with crystalline clarity.
What of the great mysteries that even transcendent awareness couldn't fully understand? That mystery which is death itself, the end of a being for their current life. A concept that the Frost Giants and Pale Ones don't understand?
