Freyja was still absorbing the weight of those words when the surrounding reality reasserted itself with renewed violence, as if the temple itself refused to allow any kind of pause in that confrontation. The air vibrated intensely again, the invisible layers that sustained the seal reacting to the external distortions as the battle between Vergil and Thor reached a new level. There was no more room for hesitation, nor for prolonged contemplation. Everything there was in constant motion, pressing, demanding, forcing immediate decisions.
And then—
The impact came.
