With Nesferati defeated, Kaizen felt a wave of relief.
The immense being from the depths retreated, its tentacles waving gently as it disappeared into the watery darkness.
The battle had been arduous, but Kaizen knew that this was only part of his journey. He still had to reach the bottom of the lake.
The pressure around him eased significantly, and Kaizen was finally able to swim towards the bottom unhindered.
The water, once turbulent and chaotic, was now calm, still. He used his psychokinesis to propel himself faster, cutting through the water like an arrow.
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As he neared the bottom, a breathtaking sight revealed itself. Columns of ice rose from the lake bed, stretching out in all directions like a crystalline forest. The refracted light created a hypnotic spectacle of sparkles and reflections, illuminating the surroundings with an ethereal bluish light.
Kaizen swam between the columns, marveling at the beauty that surrounded him.
Each ice column was unique, some tall and slender, others wide and robust. They seemed to extend endlessly, creating an icy labyrinth that Kaizen had to navigate.
The silence was absolute, broken only by the soft sound of the water around him.
Finally, after walking a winding path between the columns, Kaizen spotted something glowing in the distance. As he got closer, the sight of a large golden door appeared. The door was incredibly ornate, with intricate runes that seemed to tell stories of ancient times. It was an imposing structure that exuded an air of mystery and power.
Kaizen landed softly at the bottom of the lake, his feet touching the icy ground. The great golden door looked even more magnificent up close. He reached out, feeling the cold, solid surface of the metal.
"Excuse me, are you Týr?" he asked, his voice echoing through the vast hall.
The man's eyes slowly opened, revealing themselves to be more normal than Kaizen had expected. He raised his head and looked directly at Kaizen, as if assessing his soul.
"Yes, I am Týr," replied the god in a calm tone, "and you, young warrior, must be Kaizen. I sensed your presence when you defeated Nesferati. Why are you going so far away?"
"I'm on a journey to help someone and I believe you can help me."
Týr stood up gracefully, his imposing figure now fully visible. He was tall, very tall, over three meters tall, exuding an aura of undeniable power.
He walked slowly towards Kaizen, each step seeming to reverberate with the very essence of the hall.
"I know what you're looking for..." said Týr, studying Kaizen with piercing eyes. "However, I cannot give you the knowledge you desire."
Týr's denial resounded like an echo in the vast hall, but Kaizen was undeterred. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to reply.
"I understand that what I'm asking is not simple," Kaizen began, his voice firm but respectful. "However, you are my last resort. You are the only one who can teach an unevolved one how to cross the worlds, to Muspelheim."
Týr frowned, his expression turning from calm contemplation to bewilderment. He took another step forward, reducing the distance between him and Kaizen.
"Did you say 'cross the worlds to Muspelheim'?" asked Týr with a tone of incredulity. "That's... strange. It completely diverges from the prophecies."
"Prophecies? What are you talking about?" Kaizen asked.