Alvitr waited until Freya was calm enough before beginning.
The ritual she had prepared around Frey was not particularly large, but its complexity more than made up for any lack of spectacle.
Dozens of bluish runic lines ran across the floor in overlapping circles, all connected to the inscriptions she herself had drawn over the man's back.
Small stone containers were placed at the cardinal points, each holding a different mixture of ink, spiritual blood, mineral powder, and water saturated with Valkyrie energy.
Alvitr knelt at the upper edge of the circle, joined her hands in front of her chest, and closed her eyes.
"When I begin, do not interrupt," she warned. "These runes were built to remain hidden. I don't know what defensive mechanisms they have, so any reaction must be treated as potentially hostile."
Vergil nodded, remaining beside Freya.
She, in turn, did not take her eyes off her brother.
