Months had passed since Loki and Aurora had parted ways. A tragedy so many endured as the two could be seen aimless wandering Helvalla and Ulfrheim reserved and brokenhearted. The odd quake held Helvalla tight within its grasp even still as Loki slipped through the void on occasion to capture a glimpse of Aurora. Each time it did Aurora would pause for a moment to allow the rumble beneath her paw pads to wrap around her like a hug she wished would never end. Everything had returned back to normal now, or at least this new normal everyone had tried desperately to adapt to. Felvargs traversed to and from Helvalla and Ulfrheim using the void within Helheim’s Gate as if one were traversing casually through the many villages on Ulfrheim.

Imagine, living in a world where jumping into sheer darkness, the unknown, would be done so willingly and with so much trust. The alphas have taken over Hellheim’s Gate now, making the once treacherous mountain path a sacred place protected by those most revered. Guides were present around the clock to navigate the cavern's many twisting corridors leading up to the void. Normal? Perhaps too normal? So normal that what happened next left a great many Felvargs jarred and filled with terror.

A day like no other, with a task like no other you find yourself traversing from Ulfrheim to Helvalla. The void despite being a usual form of transportation still gives you pause. After taking a moment to collect yourself you leap inside the void. Something changed, what is normally a split moment of darkness quickly turned into a violent storm of wind, rain, and an unbearable burst of heat so intense you can feel the tips of your fur curl and become brittle. The smell of smoke is in the air, but when you open your eyes and painfully shuffle to your paws, the darkness causes you to blink a few times rapidly as you attempt to bring anything into focus. Where are you? This void has taken you through to Helvalla and Ulfrheim a great many times but this? This is not Helvalla. This is not Ulfrheim. You look left and right, but nothing, you’re surrounded by sheer darkness, ever consuming and ever daunting. You appear to be in a corridor of some sort, you call out but all you hear is your own echo which trails on unusually long until it fades into nothing. Up ahead you spot some torches upon the cavern walls, it smells damp and the light while present is hardly enough to help unveil where you are.

Still you eagerly approach the light ahead, what else could you do? Once you’re there you can softly make out multiple corridors. You strain to listen but outside of the soft flickering flames you’re left with complete silence. 1, 2, 5, 10, there are so many corridors that choosing just one will prove difficult. Where are you? And is back an option?