Surtur

The gods forged the world in war. Their fury shook the skies, the bones of the fallen made the mountains of the mortal realms, their tears filled the oceans, and from their blood were born men and beasts. As it was made so shall it be unmade. Surtur, the lord of fire, shall come. Thrymm, the lord of ice, shall follow. Then the horn shall blow once more from across the rainbow bridge, summoning the Einherjar, the finest mortal warriors, to fight the war at the end of time.

- From Ragnarok As Told By Fruhli Of Himinborg

The Third Age is this one, and this is the last age, for as the world was made in war so it shall be unmade. Surtur, the lord of fire, shall come, riding his flaming chariot from the West. Thrymm, the lord of ice, shall follow, riding the winds from the East. Then the horn shall blow once more to summon the Einherjar, the finest mortal warriors, to fight the war at the end of time.

Surtur will cut down the greatest heroes with his sword of fire, burning brighter than a thousand suns. Thrymm will skewer armies of men entire upon his war spear. All shall lie down and die in the ruins of the world. There is no dawn beyond this day. There is only Ragnarok.

- From Ragnarok As Told By Oellorn Of Igglingsborg

Surtur

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