DRAUGADRÓTTINN #CyberOverdriveContest

The ravens no longer carry messages. They circle the burial fields in silence, waiting for the dead to rise. Beneath the roots of the world, Alfǫðr has returned, not as the god of wisdom, war and prophecy, but as Draugadróttinn, sovereign of the restless dead. His throne is carved from grave-stone. His crown is forged from broken oaths. At his command, forgotten kings tear themselves from the earth and march beneath a sun that has already begun to die. Sjálfr sjálfum mér. Nine nights upon the tree. An eternity beneath the earth. No prayer will reach Valhǫll. No blade will turn him back. Alfǫðr has awakened in death. No prayer shall save you. No escape. No life will remain in the end. DRAUGADRÓTTINN 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.