As the world crumbled, as the earth shattered shook and the skies split above him, he remembered this wasn't his present, it was his past. All that remained was darkness.
Darkness reigned supreme.
Darkness was his world.
In that darkness came life. Greenery. Plants and trees suddenly grew and a glimmer of light appeared. Then He appeared. He who went to the well, spoke to it, and offered His eye. He who gained wisdom of all words through sacrifice.
That very same well was offered to him. Kazi Hossain stood on a blood-red lake, staring into the face of a man he did not recognize. A handsome man of strength, youth, and one-eye, his black hair as dark as the ravens on his shoulder.
"You're bored. Oh-so bored of this game," He said.
Kazi remained steadfast. What stood in his way was a manifestation of Mímisbrunnr—a young Odin, or so he assumed.
