This story continues after Ragnarok.

I am wearily sitting on a shore I do not know. Skidbladnir brought us here safely... as safely as possible: of the young warriors beside me, one is still unconscious and the other is blind and dazed. And still he does not speak.

Why were we spared? Maybe the magical powers of the ship protected us, even while the sky itself and the earth shattered around us.

But who else is alive on Midgard? Did my liege Thidrek make it through for some reason, maybe protected in a similar way in some magical place, or is my quest now vain? And especially... where are we?