The mighty hosts assembled. Aesir, Vanir, Valkyr and Einherjar, to face the foul hosts of Surtur and pale army of Hel. Loki advancing with Garm, Fenris and Iormungandr belching from their mouths fire and smoke, clouds of death and vapor all around them, giving the air a poisonous stink. All assembled on the broad plain of Vigrid to dance the final dance in the great wheel of time.

A terrible site to behold the two forces that met that day of doom. All was quiet as the hosts stared each other down. Then from the depths of the great armies, the horns were sounded and the two hosts clashed in their final fury.

Worthy foes flashed their swords Armor glistend in the morning sun. Their courage strong and their hopes high, but in the end it was not to be. Deeds of valor never to be remembered were performed that day in the doom of the gods. Amongst the battle screams of the Valkyr could be heard the death moans of giants and of men. Blood sweat and tears could be seen that day on the broad plain of Vigrid.

Frey closed up Surtur, Heimdall and Loki met and for Odin, the one eyed father of the Aesir, his fate was sealed when the clanking sound of a broken chain could be heard through the smoke and haze. It was the Fenris wolf. Demon child of Loki, bound by the gods until such time that it would seal the fate of Odin in the great doom of the gods. It was time.

Fenrir shall with impious tooth
Slay the sire of rolling years
Vithar shall avenge his fall,
And, struggling with the shaggy wolf
Shall cleave his cold and gory jaws.

With the strength of younger days, the Old man of Aesir drew forth his spear and reared back upon the mighty mount Sleipnir. With golden armor and sun bright helm, he was truly a site to behold. All paused to watch the battle that was to unfold.

Hair bristled upon the back of Fenrir and with a twisted snarl he charged but with his spear and steed set well, Odin stood ready before his foe. The two clashed with thunder and with lightning. Locked in mortal throe each set about making wounds upon the other. The struggle went on until Fenris in his wounded anger, caught the mighty god within his jaws. He shook furiously, his teeth crushing into the Aesir with the power of a great vice, squeezing the life of the once proud god of the Aesir.

Odin hung limp, near death. With his last breath he spit upon Fenris. Those that remained could hear him whisper, "It is done" and the mighty Fenris swallowed the elder god whole.