Norway again. The return is not nostalgic. The Isu temple underneath the surface of the world turns out to have been there all along, beneath the landscape where Eivor grew up, beneath the mythology she inherited. The past was never sealed. It was waiting.

Basim is about to reveal himself. The session ends on the edge of an explanation that will reframe everything that came before. In Valhalla's structure, the past does not recede. It catches up. It arrives fully formed and asks what you are going to do with it now.