Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to fight on the Wigri?r

plain. Charging men, wolves, ravens and gods, worms and beasts of

darkness; the plain is lit with fire. Blood is flowing, bits of

flesh, severed limbs, smashed skulls and bodies lie strewn across

the plain. Screams cut the air, screams of anger and pain, the

sound of metal blades and armour clashing, clubs smashing bodies.

Then, for a brief moment, everything stops. It is as if the

universe holds its breath. Wuotan has fallen on the Wigri?r

plain; swallowed by Fanjariho. For a moment the time stands

still. For Wuotan; Hail and Joy!