Bell Cranel stood on the threshold of a new journey, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. Beside him, Freya smiled softly, her silver eyes filled with pride and desire. Loki, her fiery red hair shimmering in the light, grinned mischievously, her playful nature barely concealing the weight of the moment. The air around them hummed with divine energy as they prepared to leave the world of Orario behind, heading toward Tenkai—the realm of the gods, where time held no sway and power flowed like an endless river.
"Ready, Bell?" Freya's voice was gentle, but there was an underlying intensity.
Bell nodded, feeling the surge of his own divine essence brimming beneath the surface. After his victory over Hades and the acquisition of those dark powers along with acquiring his own divinities of Heroism,Worship and having Freya's divinities pass onto him through the Falna aswell, Bell had grown—no longer just a mortal adventurer but something far more. His power had grown so vast, so unrestrained, that he now stood on the precipice of something even the gods recognized: the power of a primordial.
"Let's go," Bell replied, his voice steady, though inside, he marveled at what lay ahead.
With Freya and Loki flanking him, they began the ascent to Tenkai.
Tenkai. The divine realm unfolded before Bell's eyes, a landscape so grand and ethereal that it felt like the world itself was a living, breathing entity. The sky was a soft cascade of colors—blues, purples, and golds mingling in swirling clouds that seemed to pulse with life. There was no sun, no moon—only the eternal glow of divine light that bathed everything in an otherworldly radiance.
The ground beneath them shimmered like polished silver, and from the earth rose towering spires of crystal that reflected the heavens above. Fields of flowers that seemed to sing with the wind stretched for miles, and rivers of purest gold flowed through the valleys. The air was filled with the scent of ambrosia and nectar, and in the distance, the grand palaces of the gods loomed like mountain ranges, their forms majestic and awe-inspiring.
Tenkai was not bound by the rules of the mortal world. The space was both infinite and intimate, filled with an overwhelming sense of serenity and power. Bell could feel it in his bones—the pulse of divine energy that resonated with his very soul. This was a place where gods were truly gods, unshackled by the limitations they accepted in the mortal world.
"This is where you'll be training, Bell," Loki said with a smirk, her hands on her hips. "No time passes here, so we can stay as long as we need."
Freya stepped forward, her gaze soft but knowing. "Tenkai isn't just a place, Bell. It's a living force. It responds to the divinity of those who walk upon it. And here, without any mortal limitations, your true potential will begin to show."
Bell took in the divine beauty around him, but his thoughts were focused. He could feel the weight of his power—the divine domains he had absorbed from Hades, the heroic energy he had cultivated, and the worship that fed his strength like an ever-burning flame. Freya's divinities were also becoming a part of him, and with each passing moment, he felt himself drawing closer to something far greater.
"Where do we begin?" he asked, feeling his body hum with the possibility.
Over the next days—or what felt like days, though time had no meaning here—Bell was introduced to the divine secrets of Tenkai. Freya and Loki guided him through places that no mortal had ever seen. They visited Yggdrasil, the World Tree that connected the realms, its massive roots winding through Tenkai like veins of life itself. Its branches stretched beyond the heavens, each leaf shimmering with divine energy.
In another part of Tenkai, they visited the Hall of the Æsir, where the Norse gods gathered for counsel and revelry. Great halls lined with ancient runes, walls adorned with tapestries of battles fought across the realms, and golden thrones that radiated power—all of it was breathtaking, yet Bell felt himself growing more accustomed to the divine atmosphere with each passing moment.
Bell's training was grueling. Freya and Loki pushed him to harness his divine energy, teaching him to control it, mold it, and channel it into something greater. He learned how to shape the earth beneath him with a thought, how to summon the power of the Underworld to judge the dead, and how to command the riches and life of the earth itself. But more than that, he began to understand how the divine domains of heroism and worship intertwined with his essence, feeding him with endless power.
During their stay, Loki and Freya observed how Bell's presence in Tenkai was different from any god or mortal who had ever visited. His aura had become something else—something more potent. It was as if Bell was no longer bound by the constraints of the divine order. His power grew with every act of heroism, every ounce of worship that came from the world below.
Eventually, it was time for Bell to create his own divine shrine—a place that would house his power and serve as the focal point of his growing divinity. Freya and Loki watched with anticipation as Bell stood at the center of a vast, empty plain, his eyes closed, focusing on his divine energy.
With a single thought, the ground beneath him trembled. The air shimmered, and the land began to reshape itself. From the earth rose towering pillars of marble, etched with intricate designs that glowed with divine power. Between the pillars, fountains of crystal-clear water sprung forth, cascading into shimmering pools that reflected the heavens. Around the shrine, beautiful flora bloomed—flowers of every color, their petals soft and radiant.
At the center of it all stood a grand throne, carved from the purest stone, its surface smooth yet powerful. It exuded a sense of regal authority, as though it had been there since the dawn of creation itself. Behind the throne, a waterfall of liquid light cascaded down, filling the air with a soft, melodic hum.
Freya and Loki stood in awe, their mouths slightly agape. They had seen many shrines, but nothing quite like this. It was perfect—breathtaking, even by divine standards. The power that radiated from the shrine was unlike anything they had ever felt before. Bell had not only created a shrine; he had created a masterpiece.
But Bell wasn't finished.
Turning to the two goddesses, he smiled softly. Without a word, he walked behind the throne, where a chamber awaited. The entrance was framed by flowering vines that glowed softly in the divine light. Inside, the chamber was lavish and seductive—pillows of the softest silk lined the floor, and the air was thick with the scent of incense. The walls were adorned with tapestries of Bell's greatest feats, and the soft light from the fountains outside illuminated the space with a warm, golden glow.
The bed at the center of the room was grand—large enough for gods, with drapes of fine fabric cascading down around it. The sheets were woven from threads of silver and gold, shimmering with every movement. It was a place fit for divine beings.
Freya and Loki, still in awe, exchanged glances. Their usual confident demeanors were shaken by the sheer power and beauty of what Bell had created.
Bell walked up to them, his presence overwhelming, his divine aura filling the room. He gently took their hands, leading them to the bed. The night that followed was one of passion and power, the three of them lost in each other's presence, their divine energies intertwining in ways that transcended mortal understanding. It was as if the very fabric of reality shifted around them, the lines between mortal and god blurring.
When Bell awoke the next day, Freya and Loki lay beside him, their forms peaceful and content. He had grown more than he could have ever imagined. His powers, now fully controlled and refined, pulsed through him with the confidence of a true god.
Freya stirred, her silver eyes gleaming as she looked at Bell with a mixture of love and admiration. "You've surpassed even my wildest expectations," she whispered, her voice soft.
Loki grinned, her eyes still filled with playful energy. "You've made a goddess out of me," she teased, though her tone carried genuine warmth.
Bell smiled, his heart full. He had done it—he had come into his own as a divine being, mastering his powers, and forging something truly extraordinary. But even with his newfound strength, he knew there was still work to be done.
They would return to the mortal world, but Bell would no longer be the same. With his powers now fully under control, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Whether in battle or in love, Bell Cranel was now a force to be reckoned with—both as a hero and as a god.
And with Freya and Loki by his side, the future held limitless possibilities.