The young giantess, though still in shock, waved lightly. The women bid her farewell with some sadness, knowing they couldn't stay in her home any longer. The goodbye was silent, laden with palpable melancholy.
Meanwhile, Ethan, holding Njord's lifeless body in his hands, walked outside, the snow crunching under his feet. The cold wind blew around him, but it didn't distract him from his goal. He knew what he had to do.
"It's time to come back to life," he whispered as his shadows began to wrap around Njord's corpse. The dark energy, dense and powerful, enveloped the dead god, slowly restoring his body until, finally, he opened his eyes.
Njord, now a revenant, rose slowly. His gaze was empty, but his loyalty was deeply ingrained in his being. This time, being weaker than Athena and even Heimdall, Ethan was able to fully control him, just like the other lower-level undead.
