The light of the Bifröst descended over Vergil and Freya like a solid column, surrounding them before either could take another step. The circle beneath their feet vanished, the mountain was torn from their senses, and for one brief instant, all that existed was the violent displacement between layers of reality.
It was not like crossing a portal opened by Vergil. His dimensional cuts obeyed the direction he chose, ignoring distance and boundaries. The Bifröst, on the other hand, did not merely carry someone from one point to another.
It dismantled the traveler's position within the Nine Realms and reconstructed it at the destination authorized by Heimdall. Freya felt it immediately and stiffened, because the route was not heading toward Helheim.
The colors around them angled upward, following the upper branches of Yggdrasil instead of descending through the roots where Hela's realm was located.
