As Björn completed his transformation into a god, the very essence of his being seemed to radiate power and authority. His once demonic mortal form was now imbued with an otherworldly aura, and his appearance had undergone a profound change.
His crimson armor gleamed with an ethereal light, adorned with intricate designs that seemed to pulse with energy. Each piece of his armor seemed to meld seamlessly with his body, becoming an extension of his divine form. His weapons, held firmly in his hands, crackled with raw power, emanating an aura of danger and destruction.
The whole battlefield was silent with everyone staring at the ascended form of Björn, the only one not taking in this sight was Einar who was on his knees with tears leaving his face as he grabbed a handful of the ashes of his wife.
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