The scene faded away, but I didn’t need to hear James’ response to know that he loved her too.
“Such is the world to which you may return, if you so desire it,” Odin said, stepping close to me, his presence enveloping me like a bubble in which only he and I existed. “Or you may accept your reward.” He swept his arm to the right, indicating Valhalla rising like the sun over the city.
To my left, Heimdall had not closed the veil between our worlds. Instead, I saw at least two dozen Spartans surrounding Longinus, while Michael fought with Akaros, his glorious Halo shining in the darkness.
My blood ran cold - colder than usual - when the Spartans moved as one, loosing their spears into the stoic soldier. As he lay on the ground, struggling against the blood filling his mouth, a demon pressed his sandaled foot to Longinus’ throat and ripped the leather thong holding the spearhead from his neck.