For the first time in millennia of her life, Freya met with a soul who was neither dead or alive. An anomaly existence that shouldn't have been allowed to live in the mortal's realm. Safe for her current husband who had felled the former God of Asgard, Odin.
However, since his soul has already been marked by the highest God of the Arcanium Universe, and was deemed worthy to be His successor, Freya couldn't do anything but to guide him when the time has come.
"What is this?" Darius weighed the wooden miniature boat in his hand.
"Skidbladnir. This boat will allow thine self to travel between realms. Though I must forewarn thee, to use it without sufficient energy and concise coordinate of your destination might lead the soul astray."
"To what do I owe you for this… extraordinary gift?" Darius asked, bewildered.
