"Where am I?" A voice muttered, his voice drowning within his subconscious.
He raised his hand and saw that it was covered in blood but there was no pain.
"Am I dead?" The voice questioned as it lay on a battlefield littered with corpses.
This was no other than Tyr, Tyr was in the land of the dead and once again but the sight that met him was a lot more gruesome.
This wasn't some scene from his past but it was meant to instill fear in his heart.
However, Tyr didn't feel any of that for death wasn't something he feared.
He knew this could happen any day but this didn't look like Valhalla either.
Tyr saw crows feeding off the corpses and one landed on his shoulder.
Tyr tilted his head and the crow was looking right into his eyes with an eyeball stuck firmly in its mouth.
Tyr didn't know why but it felt familiar, like he had encountered it before.