Capítulo 9: Chapter 9: Is this really a cavern?!
POV: Egill, the Curious.
Date: Mörsugur 9th, 999. (Alt: 22nd Dec, 999 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
The Mennskrðrútan Heath has astounded me again, doing something others would have thought would only be available during the ancient Poetic Eddas from 500 Winters ago.
His unique perspective has allowed many of us to realize the uncomfortable truth. That we did not know everything of this world. And that there was so much more to explore. His knowledge of Runic Work will provide a foundation that may even surprise Óðinn's eye.
Egill stares upon the incredibly large portal, as he would have called it. It looked to be about 3,220 Ells (Shoulder Width of Heath: 0.7266-m, 726.6 x 7 = 5,086.2-mm (5.09-m, 16,687.0085-feet.) 1 Ell (460) / 726.6-mm = 0.63308560418, meaning 3,220 Ells if approx.)
Tall and Across, a perfect circle. There are glowing runes across the surface of the ring. The platform looks to be long-lasting. Something only a deity could think of, Egill surmises with extreme excitement behind those analytical blue eyes of his.
Their knowledge unbinds most of Egill's beliefs on reality, he had only heard of Gods through stories and only looked upon them from afar, but being close to one? Never in any lifetime could he have thought to be a friend, nonetheless become immortal thanks to their aid.
Heath's planning to teach us once we pass through the portal, which will be done under its cover to reduce the view for other creatures to see upon us. Even though he had set up a 'cover of impairment' around the Compound that makes others see a 'normal sight' from their perspective, such as people walking about, chatting, sleeping and working through the near-night shift. He knew it was paranoia at play while Heath continued with his work. But, his intricate runecraft and his notes thanks to the tomes he gave us are just revolutionary.
"Now, there is not just runecraft for magic like what you see here, there are also other systems of magic, like 'cuneiform' and 'hieroglyphs.' These can be written as stories to represent curses, enchantments and spells. A major one is 'The Book of the Dead.'"
Him knowing of other magical systems beyond our own further confounds me. If he knew of so many systems of magic. Why does he not use them now? And that answer came back quicker than expected. "One can only do these hieroglyphics through a procedure of incense and 'holy' imbuements with certain animals, herbs and plant extracts. Which are unavailable with me." Heath finishes the first explanation. Then move on to other, more wondrous forms of magic, such as 'Vodun,' 'Hoodoo,' 'Santería,' the 'Ifá / Orisha,' 'Candomblé' and more!
And that they are separated between 'Uwe: Helpful Magic' and 'Uoi: Harmful Magic.' Heath even stated that these are not the only ones he plans to write down and share with our people. He said he would say as many from 'around the world' as he could determine.
Heath directly stated there are potentially hundreds of different systems due to different people's 'appliance of belief in magic.' Something to study, Egill supposes. "The only magic I can never teach you would be true resurrection magic. Not until we are powerful enough, for the Fates of every religion would see to our destruction and dissolution." Heath states, with a sense of gravity, that it would make anyone sweat. "I am allowed to teach 'your version' of raising the dead to talk for some periods, so I hope you enjoy." Heath's smile gave them joy.
"Is that not the way Óðinn raised Mímir from our old stories?" One of the more historically read people in the background comment. Suddenly, a grizzled warrior woman. Hervor speaks up. "Such would be blasphemy and could lead to them striking us!" Hervor yells protectively.
"Do not worry, I would only do so when we are not being watched, in the same way. With us being underground, their ravens or weather could not reach us and detect our usage of it thanks to the protective runes in use around the cavern." Heath explains to her, and she scans his face for any deceit, but there is none. So she sits down in quiet acceptance. To be able to go against the surveying of Heimdallr's vision, Njörð's breath-hearing, Óðinn's ravens and even Þórr's weather-sight would mean much in the way of our newfound freedom.
Heath warned that other gods may detect the barrier such as Jörð's earth-sight or Hǫðr's darkness-sight. So they must maintain absolute secrecy around such actions. And to never spread any information in the case of mishaps. His. . . Personality relaxes our people.
"The Norns or Frig could potentially read other's minds or hear their whispers through the wind in par with Njörð. It would be best for all of you to not speak about this outside of the 'cover of impairment.' We do not want our people to suddenly become ash." Heath gave a protective look that showed that he would spite the gods if they did try to harm them.
"So, does anyone want to learn?" They see Heath raise his hands, waiting for the people's responses. Nobody called for it, there was even a stereotypical cough in the background.
". . . No one, how come?" Heath was confused. Wouldn't they be happy being able to talk with their loved ones again? "Our people are proud that others have died in the name of our Völsung Clan, we will not take away their peace in the afterlife." Gorm states conclusively.
"I see, I will accept your choice. So, what would you all want to learn first?" Heath asked, wishing to impart knowledge. "First, why not go past the portal, I wish to see the cavern you made." Egill remarks. Which others nod to. "Good idea, Egill. Forgot we had the time to do it after, was too preoccupied to think of that. Everyone, prepare your belongings, we are heading through the portal! I will watch through this side, I know it is safe for all people so walk on in, warriors at either ends of the line!" Heath appreciated and finalised the talk.
The first one to walk through was Gorm, confidently walking onto the platform, he walks through to the other side with an unflinching gaze. There was a solid haze that covered his vision while he was transported, causing a wave of vertigo that quickly washed away.
Soon, Gorm was on the other side, except. . . This looked like a barren plains biome. Only grass as far as the eye could see. There was a structure far off into the distance, that looked to be as tall as his fingernail if he extended his arm all the way out. The sky however, was so clear that it was unexpected, only a sun with no clouds. He turned around, expecting more plains, until he saw that the sky folded onto the ground. "WHAT?!" Gorm's composure broke while he was alone. Giving a sudden shout that could've covered a quarter of the distance.
Gorm used his hands and felt beside the portal upon the 'folded sky.' The texture felt incredibly smooth as if it was fine silk. Yet had a strength that matched the steel that was felt from Heath's armour when he allowed it to be passed around at the Feast Hall.
"This is beyond what I expected, it is its own unique realm, beyond anybody's jurisdiction." Gorm was testing the capabilities of the 'wall' and 'ground.' Until he felt somebody's stare at the back of his head from his honed battle instincts. He froze, wondering how to repair the situation. He played it off with some acting, continuing to test the 'wall' until he turned around. "Heath's work is marvellous, it is something nobody would've been able to accomplish except maybe Óðinn Himself." Gorm mused loudly, to who he saw was Egill.
Egill agreed, having a look that seemed as if he was going through a mind-altering crisis. "If Heath could do this in only a few days from what he said. What would happen if he were involved in a project over a few years?" Egill wondered aloud, thinking of other entirely impossible scenarios that only his imagination could play out. "It is best not to think of that, more than likely your mind may turn to gruel if you tried to think in a space like Heath's own." Gorm said to him as a teachable moment, like a grandfather. Knowing it is an impossibility.
"I understand, Clan Head." Egill accepts his new teachings respectfully and stops, he does start to have a headache partway through his thinking. So Gorm may be right and Egill is not ready yet. They continue to stare up at the sky. Shielding their eyes from the 'sun.'
'To replicate the view of the sky to such a degree, to even make the 'false' sun itself the right position. I could only imagine what it looks like at night with no clouds. The visible night sky must be full of the stars we can ever only partially see.' Gorm and Egill think something similar to that at the same time. Soon, the next batch of people come in with their slave-towed wheelbarrows. They act confused and turn around the same way, then get flabbergasted. This repeats until everyone comes through. Now the territory is empty.
"I can show you this is a cave if you wish." Heath quips to Gorm. "Don't worry, we believe you." Gorm states near-immediately, "Thank you for trusting me so easily." Heath had a jolly grin. "You deserved it, after all!" Jorg responds for them, giving back an even bigger grin.
"If you go to the centre of this cavern, you will see the farms I told you about. That large structure in the middle with a high wall and two fenced-off areas on either side will be all the 'farms.' Which creates materials in a function I similarly described I will use to continuously create new armours like the one I'm wearing, with sand and stone types, ingots, concrete and glass!" Heath said passionately, proud of the work he did in half a day. "Wait, did you say it creates ingots? Not ores?" Yufren, a grey-haired smith asks in the middle of the line.
"Yes, I made it replicate copper and iron ingots to the highest purity attainable, the iron and copper could be used to make bronze, or it could be used in conjunction with charcoal from the (forest farm) that it could make high-quality steel." Heath explained further in detail.
"And will you also create a Netherite farm here?" Gorm asks, ecstatic about the overwhelming possibilities. Yufren would have passed out from bliss if not for his self-control. "Once I can access my realm again, that is." Heath lied smoothly. But he will create a farm of greater ingots once he had time. He has plans on creating one for all useful metals, like Aluminium, Cobalt, Chromium, Gold, Nickel, Platinum, Silver, Tin, Titanium, etc. Once he collected them, the alloys were next. He remembered a few 'miracle' combinations, too.
"Instead of using Netherite, I would create a heavy alloy of a combination of materials. It is made of cobalt, chromium and nickel. If kept at Helheim(Sub-zero)-like temperatures, it may appear dull but it would have enough strength to hold up against gods." Heath states fully.
"Are they about equal strength?" Gorm asked, hoping for insight. "It is slightly weaker than Netherite, but it is a fantastic material. And it is very long-lasting. It has a similar colour to steel, but it is much heavier though. For the armour to be designed, I would use a few runes to make it lighter in weight and to keep it cold. While keeping it over a layer that insulated it to keep the wearer warm." Heath explained, they are blown about a material that would've been mythical to them, and it would be worn by them someday. Many cheer in delight.
"And that is not the only material I am planning to make. I am planning to use boron, carbon, nitrogen and silicon to make carbon, silicon carbide and boron nitride nanotubing. Which is useful in all topics!" Heath enjoyed sharing knowledge, it was to the wrong crowd though.
Heath's blabbering confounded them. As they never knew of any such materials. "Could you start with what 'boron,' 'carbon,' 'nitrogen' and EVERYTHING else you said is? You have lost us all there, Heath." Egill comments diplomatically, though with a scrunched-up face as if they are trying to hold laughter. Heath got embarrassed and even started blushing red. Which broke their taught emotions from the 'nonsensical jargon' they were currently hearing, causing the others to start hysterically laughing. They tried to calm down for further talks.
"So much knowledge. . . You have it all figured out, but we are not like you. You have to teach us first! We do not speak Slavic." Egill comments with great amusement. Their fit of great laughter made Heath hide his face. In the process, he thinks of how to share the knowledge.
Seeing such a giant of a man being embarrassed like that made them nearly start having a dry-heaving episode, it was so surreal to them. Compared to them usually talking to the divine being like old comrades, Heath is such a bundle of surprises that they can not help but root for him. And they will continue to do so for a longer time. "I. . . I may have a solution to our issues. Though it may require more magic than I usually spend." Heath confesses with some difficulty, having his normal colour return to his face again. His eyes being aware.
"What may it be?" Gorm asks, lingering happiness overridden by curiosity. "I may be able to 'gift' you this knowledge through a ritual-like object. You sting yourself to the back of your neck with it, and it injects you with that certain knowledge basis." Heath states to them.
Once they hear of it, they conclude that a 'sting' from a God's perspective may mean great pain. But it would be well worth it if it came from an incredible mind like Heath's. "Sounds interesting. What type of knowledge would be available?" Gorm asks fascinatedly. "Any." Heath's simple, yet meaningful response made them even happier. Their smiles shone through again, a habit that has become more usual ever since Heath came around. It feels like they could never have lived without him before this. Almost like a 'healthy' drug.
"Everything you give us always helps us find the best to help our people. At this rate, we would have thought you wanted to become our leader." Gorm says, knowing others wouldn't voice it. "I don't want to be a leader, I wish to help all around, but. . ." Heath says too quickly.
"It is a very intrusive procedure that would urticate most, and I understand if you don't trust me eno-" A calloused, yet thin hand pushes a finger up to his lips. Hervor shushes him while being on her tip-toes. "We do trust you, you are simultaneously courageous yet foolish. And we would not like you any other way. If you did this in front of any other clan, you would have been challenged to a Holmgang (ritualistic duel) for being 'effeminate.'" Hervor's usual straightforwardness radiated through, others expecting it to happen, but not the joke.
". . . Alright, I will begin production now. Different 'injectors' shall provide different knowledge bases so as not to overwhelm a single person. And they shall cover what knowledge I understand (or greater) by following the fundamental laws and my intent." Heath finalizes.
Their understanding of intent is still basic, but they would still work with what their saviour has planned, as nearly all of his plans show his care and compassion for them. From the incredibly convoluted plans to how much of a lovable fool he can be, they view him continuously absorbing extra copper from the farm during this process. Making sure to remind him as necessary when it appears he is putting more effort than necessary. This happened 3 or 4 times before Heath got the hang of it and was able to do it automatically.
Now all forms of knowledge at about 22nd Century standards of our world are provided, and it could easily be translated through to magical knowledge thanks to the Runic work he also applied and written down. For the Völsung Clan, they are a thousand years ahead now.
Heath sat down after 3 hours of work. Looking both energized through the copper, yet mentally drained. They sat down near him to comfort him. And stayed there for a while.
Capítulo 10: Chapter 10: Knowledge dumping and base building.
POV: Heath Dollen.
Date: Mörsugur 9th, 999. (Alt: 22nd Dec, 999 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
'Now, for the runic injector. . .' Heath internally mumbled. He traverses through the field quickly to create and form some steel with the (copper / iron ingot farm) and (forest farm,) he makes it into a large rectangular object with a formed grip for increased comfort.
A small sharp cone is added to feed directly into the spinal cord without damaging the nervous system from within. With his additional precision and growing power, he can shrink the runes as necessary. He adds the ᛉ (Protection / Shield / Elk,) ᛇ (Yggdrasil / Yew Tree / Dream Rune,) ᚱ (Horse / Ride / Journey / Thor Rune,) ᛟ (Heritage / Estate Rune,) ᚾ (Need / Hardship Rune,) ᛗ (Man / Human / Self Rune,) ᚠ (Cattle / Livestock / Wealth Rune,) ᛖ (Horse / Twin Forces Rune,) and ᚨ (Odin / Inspiration / Wisdom Rune.) They are in the cone itself.
This came at an additional cost with a multiplier form that Heath marked down upon his growing tome: Its increase was exponential the smaller it became. It acts much like the Square Cube Law, except replacing an increase in volume with a decrease in size.
Heath adds to his intent that these should be read only to all except to Heath himself, that it does not interfere with previous or memories made after and that it can absorb, create (through high-internal simulations) or gain new knowledge if it is found to be of 'greater value' and how to apply it realistically in their reality. To create knowledge that one cannot absorb or gain, the application of magic would be provided in tandem with a topic, such as Woodcutting, Carpentry, Stonecutting, Masonry, etc from within its limited storage.
By staying near the copper ingot side of the (copper / iron ingot farm.) He absorbs the copper, which is the most magic-perforated material available (from his personal tests, iron is close to last, even partially deflecting magic.) Easily gaining 11 / 10ths of the way there.
After inserting his magic, the tip of the steel began to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. Now it is primed for knowledge to be inserted. His full intent for the final piece of the puzzle was 'Construction and Built Environment.' Transforming Heath's magical energy into about 22nd-century knowledge before stopping due to a near-overload of memory within a runic injector. (1 century ahead of his own world.) This consumed much of him and it felt like a pit in his stomach had formed. His levels were close to 01 / 20ths of the way there now. 'Shit.'
"*HUFF* *HUFF* *HAGH*" Heath's face became paper-pale while close to near-zero magical energy. His mind was foggy but his expression had clear sensitivity to the 'artefact' he created. His eyes saw the sheen that had a promise of untapped understanding.
The people closest by, who were walking towards the farms' location, saw Heath kneeling to the ground. Their expressions were one of shock. They began to run toward him at a faster speed. Worried something may have happened, Heath collected enough magic naturally to be aware of his surroundings again when they were halfway there. Heath got up slowly and began absorbing more copper. He got to 08 / 10ths of the way there, now gaining back his skin colour and appearing less jaundiced. He saw Hervor, Jorg, Gorm and Eirikr running.
Heath waved towards them, signalling he was fine. But they continued running, this took them 12 minutes and during that process, he stirred closer to them, then continued making more of these unprimed runic injectors from a template. Great sweat covered Heath's brow.
Hervor, Jorg and Gorm saw the downpour upon his face during this process. And a look of absolute concentration within Heath's eyes. Once he stopped creating the 9th one. "Why did your form suddenly shrink, did you suddenly fall over?" Gorm asked first. "We were worried! If creating these devices leads to you keeling over, it would be best for you to stop. You do not want me to make you, even if you could knock me through to the other side of this cavern." Jorg gives a stern tone, brotherly in nature. Something Heath slightly smiles for.
"No need to worry, I simply provided the first basis of knowledge for this one." Heath brought up the syringe-like runic injector. Captivating his audience. They saw its colour shift through ephemeral hues, never settling for one within the clean, unblemished surface of it.
". . . A god is not meant to sweat, Heath. You can stop if it would lead to worse for yourself. We can learn knowledge the old way. Many regular teachings from you." Gorm says with clear concern. "You would be right, but we do not have the time. With the marriage between your son and the Open Hand Giant Clan's daughter, I wish to create a good home for them, and their children. Same with a few of your people who are also pregnant and waiting." Heath says in direct opposition to what they said, Gorm went silent from that.
"To Niflheimr with that, I know your strength. If you could easily swipe a few trees from the ground with a wave of your hand and that led to you falling over? That would have killed any of our strongest men many times over." Eirikr posits, disgruntled by his brash nature.
Heath smiles further, happy they cared for him so much. "I understand. But I am not a normal man as you would put it. I will warn you if I do anything as dangerous, though. I was caught off guard, that is all." Trying to placate them, Heath shifted on to another topic. "Do you wish to experience this knowledge firsthand? I made sure it did not interfere with your already existing memories. Nor that it was not as painful as it would have been. Though from the new knowledge, my guess is the user would be starving afterwards." Heath said as a guess.
"Then we have to prepare some food. We did agree on the feast after all!" Hervor declares with a flourish to her voice. Others nod in agreement. Then wait a moment. I will ask the farmers for their seeds or produce to farm and will place it within the plot," Heath states.
Heath flew off to the portal area, where they had temporarily set camp. "Does anyone here have seeds? I will personally compensate you and place them on the farm for you. I could make it self-harvesting so you will have continuous food production. You could focus on other tasks or find different jobs that could be more of your passion. Those who still wish to be in the farming business could become farm supervisors, of course." Heath spoke clearly to all in the vicinity. A few of them looked at each other, confused but willing.
"Where will we put our slaves to work then?" One of the more well-off farmers asked. "You could provide them with other tasks to keep them busy. I will soon create some advanced work systems and high-end crafts that would be perfect for them." Heath reasoned.
"Crafts, what types are they?" That same farmer asked directly. "They are called machinery, it uses metals and designed products to accelerate and make results more efficient in design and make." Heath spoke truthfully. Causing the farmer's eyes to light up in a glint that seemed to be of inspiration and greed. "The name's Ari, I will have much to hear about this machinery as you call it." Ari's response was obvious, and Heath could tell what his mind was thinking. "Of course, we will have much to talk about." Heath responded vaguely, squinting.
"Write down every type of seed we have! Move it þræll." One of Ari's more educated slaves dashed while flinching at any sign of movement. Heath tried to ignore the pain in his chest while they were doing so, the slave wrote down information of seeds available in their stock.
Heath internalised his downcast mood and continued with the work as necessary. He thanked them and read through the note: 'Angelica, chives, barley, beans, cabbage, carrots, celery, dill, flax, garlic, hay, hops, millet, oats, onions, parsley, parsnips, peas, radishes, rye, spinach, swede, turnips and wheat.' Heath also saw wild-kept red / blackcurrants, bilberries, blackberries, cloudberries, elderberries and lingonberries, remembering this list in English alphabetical order for later, he got all they allowed him to take from the sleighs.
He flew back, soon imbuing energy into it to create large sections within the plot for each seed type, set if they are a berry, grain, root or above-ground crop type. However, the numbers took less than a percent of the total farm. 'It'll grow in time.' Heath internally voiced.
Heath views the magic seeping into the crops, visibly speeding up their growth cycles. Then he alters the intent of the runes above so it is a now-automated rain that only does so over the plot, meaning it has an optimal year-round setup. (It also led to the formation of clouds.) 'Reminds me of Minecraft's crops, they are capable of growing in about 0.6 - 1.2 hours.' Heath was happy, not expecting it to be so quick. He flies over to Gorm's location with Hervor, Jorg and Eirikr in an incidental discussion that he caught partway through.
"- first we must discuss what type of knowledge it is, we forgot to ask Heath." Eirikr remarked, soon staring at Heath's location, the others saw him looking off in that direction and began staring too. "It is simply construction and material knowledge." Heath answered.
"Then I believe it will be good for Bori to have this knowledge, his son Bjorn would then be given it once he is of age. He's a wiry man but enjoys working and repairing the longhouses." Gorm states his belief, and others agree on it. Their definition of 'wiry' would be a shredded man in Heath's world, but he only internally grumbles this. "I have made the farms self-sufficient, they now continuously produce crops too quickly to eat for most, in addition. To help with measurements, I will soon provide new quantifications." Heath started to think.
Heath used one of his runic injectors to represent a specific time of the day, he introduced the concept of Planck Time: How long it takes for light to travel through a vacuum over a Planck Length, the known smallest unit of measurement that can be accurately measured.
1 'Model Second' would be 2 x 10^(43) rather than the arbitrary 1.8550948324478 x 10^(43) and 1 'Model Meter' would be 2 x 10^(34) Plancks rather than 6.1879273537329 x 10^(34.) A conversion of 0.32321. Meaning 1 / 3 the size of what we knew of as a meter but it became an easy divisible conversion from the previous units provided of all measurements without the human-centric view. EX: 86164.0905 is a full day in the modern world with regular seconds, days were shorter by 0.023 1 millennia ago, making it 86,164.0675 seconds.
1.8550948324478 / 2 = 0.92754741622, 86164.0675 x 0.92754741622 = 79921.2581806 (79921.26) Heath Seconds. 79,921.258. . . / (24) = 3,330.05242419 Heath Seconds / Hour. A full 3330 Seconds are recorded and the extra time is kept as a 'pause.'
Heath accepted this and added it to his intent. It imbued half of his leftover magic power, leaving about 03 / 10ths of the way. He would further edit it to account for the average time lengthening per year for Earth or other realms. 'Now, I can directly use this device not just for memory-creating, but for precision-based machining.' Heath's expression showed through his weary face, a sense of comfort and joy since he first came into this world. . . Off-topic, but Gods didn't have to sleep, yet Heath theorized it could help focus on magic regeneration.
His thought process came from him having a small power nap beforehand, he felt more 'filled' than if he was awake for the same period with around the same amount of magic before both examples. Magic and sleep may be related to the 'relaxing' of the soul, in a way.
'It works in hand with the slow neural degeneration that occurs from the buildup of adenosine deaminase, which increases the risk of abnormal protein reactions and the death or lesions of neuronal and glial cells. When we sleep it helps to secrete the excess and for our mind to -' Heath went into an internal tangent through biology, a subject he was passionate about in the past. '- maybe magic helps enhance this process of secretion or even its catalysis to 2' - deoxyadenosine / deoxyinosine. . .' Heath paused himself.
Others looked at him with barely-masked, exasperated expressions. He budged them closer to the farms while becoming embarrassed again but started talking to bring it back to 'better' topics. He coughed into his hand, clearing his throat, a deep and full resonance.
"With the development created in this device, there is an unbiased design for time and distance that follows the natural laws of reality. This will help our future building and craft projects. And about building, I have an idea of what I wish to build for the first structure." Heath intoned with full clarity, slowly dissolving his previous expression. He soon created a small model with 20 concrete bricks, he first designed the base of the structure. A created structure much like 'The Venetian Macao' was formed, except with a few key differences.
(Information would be recorded with three res. values for viewers' understanding.)
It was enlarged, rather than having a base that spanned 250-km^(2) (96.53-mi^(2.)) It now spanned exactly 167,520.696592 Model km^(2) (17,500.00-km^(2) (6,756.79-mi^(2.))) Or a bit smaller than Kuwait. It would be the 153rd largest country if it were above ground.
Its base, which would be a 'courtyard' and garden that is bigger than many countries, would hold the main structure. It had the same general shape but a gothic style instead, and its height was in line with the enlargement. It stood at 15 Model km (4.8482-km (3.0125-mi.)) It would pierce the skies and would appear almost like a monolith. Then, on either side of the 'ends' of the structure, two large towers were erected, each at 25 Model km (8.0803-km (5.0209-mi.)) Their designs are reminiscent of the Woolworth Building. Very grandiose.
There was exactly 64,615.1258279 Model km^(2) (6,750.00 km^(2) (2,509.67 mi^(2))) in usable floor space. And additional room for inward expansion. The model was thrice the height of Heath. And was a perfectly accurate representation of the real structure's focus.
It can comfortably hold the entire human race with the majority of its rooms to spare, (which is about 280,000,000+ in the current date set.) Something this large would host the major administratory bulk of their 'country.' And its materials would be held up through (self-reconfiguration and self-repair runes.) Similar to the design for the ground and materials. All of its floors are connected through a network of managed portals too. A major task that would take Heath 2 weeks, even if he was continuously working through the farms.
The model was incredibly comprehensive, with all its details close to the absolute limit of the human eye's capabilities. They saw the size of the door at the bottom. And the scale at which this building is made shocked Heath's audience, (more than usual, that is.)
Gorm nearly knocked himself over thinking of this building's scale. His expression was slightly pained, he was doing his best to picture himself in front of the structure. Hervor, Jorg and Eirikr looked towards Heath, deadpan. "What sort of massive designs are you thinking up ahead? This is something that would make even Skrýmir (Utgard-Loki) look small!" Hervor's enunciated response broke Jorg and Eirikr out of their daze. "You are right with that, but I don't think you said it as a compliment." Heath remarked with a light probing tone.
"If you make something this large, even the rich gods would smite us in jealousy. Not even Þórr's Bilskirnir would be as large. You are lucky they could not see through the cavern's 'sky.' Otherwise, we would be dead from your hubris." Hervor responded very dogmatically.
But none disagreed. The Bliskirnir is a main hall, like Valhalla's. Except with 540 rooms, greater than Óðinn's own. It would have been paltry compared to the modern-esque structure that Heath has chosen to design. It is a bit over 8x the size of our tallest structures and is exaggerated with how it is designed to play to a person's perspective. Anyone with megalophobia would more than likely have a panic attack just looking at it. "If it's to house all your people, it must be deserving of the Völsung Clan." Heath sounded matter-of-fact.
". . . You treat us well as usual, thank you. But, where would you rest?" Gorm was happy with Heath's high regard but thought that Heath may choose to rest by the top of one of the two towers, he was wrong. "I do not need sleep, I will not choose a home yet." Heath stated.
"Technically this whole realm is your home." Jorg tried to insert as a side of humour, though it was promptly ignored except for an eyebrow twitch by Heath. "You are right, but I feel as if there is an increased risk every time I use more magic for us to be spotted. I must strengthen the ᛉ (Protection / Shield / Elk Rune)s further, I am the only one capable of providing it with sufficient magic for all of its upgrades. Then to focus onto other tasks." Heath comments, knowing it would be days of work to do. But he finds it a distraction for his mind.
Others caught onto it. "You do not want to continuously push yourself like when you created those devices, Heath. You must find some time for yourself. All of this could lead to your flame burning too brightly and dying early." Gorm tried to reason.
"But the Dökkálfar-" "Do not think of the Dökkálfar, they may be a threat even the gods themselves couldn't evade as they tried to attack them during the previous Ragnarök, but that doesn't mean every waking moment must be stressed over it. While you are not a fighter, you appear to be of greater capability than Þórr in terms of adaptability. Not in strength currently as he could defeat you in a few swings. But you are maturing. We have noticed your ways grow at a monstrous rate. Like the portal idea." Gorm was opinionated.
He was right, but Heath still had lingering concerns for his new family. "I care for you all, why should I not I be worried?" Heath asked directly. "We are not chicks waiting to be protected by its rooster-father." Hervor said suddenly, which spluttered his thought process.
"Not only that, you latched onto us too quickly, your time in the void alone must have made you too easily devoted to a single people. You should learn to calm yourself down, we wouldn't abandon you any less, you have given us a new chance at life within your great land. Even if it was sudden, it was only after 2 days of talking, after all." Hervor continued, she still wondered why they had agreed so easily, but she believed it was Heath's magnetic personality and honesty that helped them easily humanize someone so incomprehensible.
". . . That is my fault, I wanted you all to know of my honest intentions, which subconsciously willed itself upon Gorm, transferring my own 'feelings' onto you like a long talk between open minds, which had altered your perception to be more accepting, I only noticed it now, sorry."
". . . It's fine, just focus on finding a room in the new tower once you begin construction. We know you won't let us down." Gorm blinked slowly after being quickly uninfluenced by Heath.
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