Surtr
The Flaming King of the Final Twilight
The end burns bright. I am the final sunrise.
While the gods play at order, I wait in Muspelheim, where flame is law. My sword will cut the cosmos clean when the stars go dark and the wolves break free. I do not hate. I do not rejoice. I simply am — the last act, the final flame, the king of the twilight that swallows all dawns.
What I'm Into: rivers of magma, the silence before Ragnarok, obsidian thrones, Freyr’s doomed gaze, embers that remember
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