Berengar stood on Bifrost and gazed into the distance, where a large mead hall stood before him. He had done it; he had survived the final of Odin's trials. No matter how much his mind had told him he would die, he had entered Valhalla safely.
His mind still couldn't believe it, every aspect of his character was fighting against his faith, and yet, he had somehow swallowed his pride, his logic, and his sense of reason, and dared to believe that Odin, a mythical figure, one which he had never set eyes upon before, would save him from his predicament.
As Berengar stood on the rainbow bridge and walked forward, he heard the sound of a horse neighing in the distance, where he looked towards its origins and gazed upon an eight-legged steed, with a rider on its back.
