Chapitre 115: A Dog on the Bifrost

MICHAEL

“Desolation,” Odin said, his eyebrows drawing downward in displeasure. “What indication do you have that she is involved?

“I have none. Only…” Heimdall glanced my way again, then angled his body so he stood slightly before me, and I could not see his face. And he could not see mine. “The source of this new threat, this new leader, is unknown to me. And while I have not been able to locate Desolation, it is still my belief that she lives.”

Heimdall had been the only one to encourage my hope that Desi hadn’t been killed by the strange black tornado that swept across the battlefield eight months ago. He claimed to have a sense for her spirit, said he could still feel her alive - somewhere. Though the where seemed to be the question no one could answer. He could not find her in Helheimer, could not find her on Midgard, nor on any of the other worlds. She seemed to have disappeared, vanished from all the worlds.