Earth: Fountain of Eitr

The air crackled with tension as General Zar's booming voice cut through the stillness, his words echoing off the jagged peaks of the mountains. "We, the Eldians! Descendants of Giants and loyal subjects to King Fritz, claim dominion over this land, bestowed upon us by the great Odin himself," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of tradition.

As Zar spoke, his troops rallied around him, their voices raised in fervent agreement. "These races, cattle and plants, exist to serve Tyr, and it is our birthright to inherit them all. Let us seize glory in the name of Tyr!"

"For King Fritz!"

"For Tyr!"

"For King Fritz!"

"For Tyr!"

"For King Fritz!"

"For Tyr!"

The shouts of "For King Fritz!" and "For Tyr!" reverberated through the gathering, a chorus of determination echoing across the landscape.

With a command, General Zar directed his troops to seize control of the only path to and from the mountain. He knew that allowing the villagers to escape would only result in more casualties for the Eldians, weary from months at sea.

The night was thick and Zar was reading through his orders, it seems like nothing happened, sipping his vinegar soup. His whole life was all about conquering until now, one of the finest generals in the history of Eldian empire, he was known for his ability to arouse pure primitive nature inside his subjects, they become vicious and maybe that's why his kin always told him "if death has a smile then it will surely smile like you".

He moved in his black shroud uniform and dark sword, some say his sword is moulded from black metal of Abyss and that's why nobody ever lived after seeing the dark blade of death and was named "The voice of death!", but today he didn't have that frown on his face, his king had given him the order to find something precious and something that has been here on this island for last thirteen centuries, something that will decide the fate of Eldian empire in a brink.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Eldian soldiers descended upon the nearby homes, looting and pillaging with ruthless efficiency. Some villagers were slaughtered on the spot, while others were captured and enslaved, their cries echoing through the night.

Arne was shivering because of cold, holding his daughter tightly not trying to make any noise, wolves were howling and the darker the night becomes, the harder it was for them to shed the fear. Other villagers were crying, some still not able to fathom that they are not killed yet, some submerged in fear as they knew tomorrow again this slaughter will continue.

Meanwhile, in the dim confines of the Temple of Odin, Arne huddled with his daughter and fellow villagers, the darkness pressing in around them. The cold seeped into their bones, while the mournful howls of wolves echoed in the distance. Fear hung heavy in the air, tangible and suffocating, as they waited for the inevitable onslaught.

Arne's mind raced with thoughts of his daughter's safety, his heart heavy with the weight of impending doom. He knew that their only hope for survival lay in finding the Fountain of Eitr, a mythical source of power rumored to be hidden somewhere within the mountain.

With resolve burning in his veins, Arne stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "We must find the Fountain of Eitr," he declared, his words cutting through the silence like a knife. "It is our only hope for survival."

"I for the sake of my daughter will sell my soul to the devil, I will be the one who'll offer myself just help me find it", uttered Arne.

As his fellow villagers listened, their faces etched with fear and determination, Arne knew that they faced an uphill battle. But for the sake of his daughter, he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure their survival, even if it meant making a deal with the devil himself.