First message
The court did not begin with voices.
It began with silence.
The Astral Court of Asgard hung suspended above the realms, untouched by time, untouched by decay. Stars drifted beneath the obsidian floor like slow-moving embers, and the pillars—carved from frozen lightning and ancient runes—hummed with a power that predated war, kings, even belief.
Seven thrones stood in a crescent.
Occupied.
Watching.
Waiting.
No one spoke at first.
Because they all felt it.
Something had changed.
Hel leaned slightly forward on her throne, one pale hand resting against bone.
“You are already too late.”