Freyja's eyes looked stunned. Her spear penetrated the ground, creating a crater deeper than five metres, yet what she watched stood on the opposite side of her body: a male figure covered in black scales, thick black horns with cracks pulsating with an amber glow, a pair of black eyes with golden iris staring at her without feeling, and a perfect set of bladed claws on each hand yet able to carry Vela like a princess gently.
"..."
She could not speak nor process what was before her. This was the form of Asura she knew, but this version had a distinct feeling, no, more like his soul's connection with her wasn't there. Like his entire existence rejected hers, those eyes, cold like ice, made her body tingle. A feeling of rejection was something new to Freyja.
"I have been calling you for a while now, you know?"
