Like the rising sun, the rolling dark clouds were illuminated into a bright, blinding platinum, and the distant sound of horse hooves echoed from the other end of the world.
As the dark golden hooves touched the ground, the very earth trembled.
Sleipnir held its majestic head high, sparks of lightning bursting from its nostrils. Atop the horse sat a golden deity, his deep blue cloak billowing without wind, raindrops swirling and rising around him, while sparks of light splashed against the ground, igniting dazzling flares.
Chapter 101