The lights and din continue at Niaafjäll. I went to the castle tonight, but Jötnar would not see me. I do not understand his obsession. He has established what I perceive as a fine balance in the Northern Realm between the animals, the wind, the sun and the ice. Yet he continues to conjure. As I waited at the gate for him to answer, great waves of blue light streaked across the sky in all directions from the castle. So great was the light that it dimmed the stars in the borderland of the sun.

Much time passed as I watched the lights paint the horizon with the blood of the fjords. So mesmerized was I that I slipped out of time entirely. I felt suspended, almost paralyzed – immobile. I came to, shivering and dazed. Convinced that my trek to visit the Giant was futile, I returned home. As I stumbled back to Vinterstad, the lights dimmed and the sky grew very dark. Then the wind came – the freezing wind. And with it came the thunderous sound of wings beating in the night sky.

Where is he going?