After the trumpet blew for several minutes, all of Heart froze as they waited to see what else would happen. They knew that whatever was about to befell them, wouldn't be something that any of them would survive from.
Looking up in the skies, the people watched as they saw the elites of the gods and goddesses gather up around them on top of the twin mountains.
"Wow!" The immortals gasped for a second before they continued to pray to Eìrik the god of death.
All this didn't go unnoticed to Eìrik who was on the furthest mortal realms. For him to receive countless of prayers from billions of immortals, it had created the lost connection to his temple.
At that time, Elspeth was reading a book with a hot cup of coffee when suddenly, she felt a presence that she had long forgotten. The presence of her twin brother Eìrik.
"Brother..." Elspeth called out as she rose up heading towards where the presence was.