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A Week Later “Thanks for allowing me to come with you guys. I know Belius will always show up to search for me,” said Christie as she stares around a palace roofed with shields. “But if I may ask, where in the hell are we?” Christie asked with missed feelings. “This is Valhalla, the hall of slain warriors. A place where the warriors feast on the flesh of a boar slaughtered daily and made whole again each evening,” Gold narrates as Mike takes the lead. “That sounds disgusting!” Christie laments. “And what exactly are we even doing here if I may ask again?” Christie asked sternly. “We are here to meet Odin, and if you don’t mind, be quiet before Odin’s wrath burns on us,” Mike cautions in a calm voice. Blocking them from entering Odin’s dwelling by a bearded warrior carrying two sharp axes