(A mini collab by Warriormark/WarriorExMachina and Blackhoof)
Ragnarok released the dead Epic into the water, where he sunk down and disappeared into the depths. then he looked up at the ice Epic.
“If only it were that simple…” Ragnarok hesitated, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”
“I am called Winterspell.”
“They call me Ragnarok,” he said. He hadn’t chosen the name himself, an old historian had after hearing of his powers. He caused minor flooding wherever after he used his power, which had reminded the poor man of the Old Norse legend. Ragnarok, the end of the gods.
He liked it.
“I have a question though,” Ragnarok asked. “I have heard that there was a friend of mine here in Astoria. An Epic with the name of Antimatter? He travels with a lesser Epic with reincarnation abilities. Have you heard of them?”
Ragnarok? The Norse apocalypse? What a melodramatic young Epic this is. Winterspell smirked and thought for a moment. "No, I am afraid I have not heard of any such Epic. If they are a recent arrival though I am not likely to have, regardless. I prefer to keep to myself, mostly. If you head into town, Deathgale will be able to help you. He deals with all the newcomers, as the current administrator. But don't tell him I sent you- I don't want anyone bothering me if you kill someone or break something." He smiled. "If you ever reconsider my offer, please don't hesitate to stop by."
Ragnarok nodded. "I will be off then," he rose higher into the air and sped off towards the city.