A much younger Ignaticus, in his adolescent stages, roamed the Royal halls of Muspelheim. Boredom has claimed its victim and Ignaticus was that victim. He bested his instructors again and again, for they had nothing new to teach him. His swordsmanship was unmatched, and his understanding of his abilities were impeccable. The castle's mountainous scapes became as ordinary to the Fire Prince as water was to humans.
His sword was old and was riddled with rust. He could now longer use the blade he spent his youth with, and properly set it aside to be burned as tribute to the Eternal Fire. The Fire Jotünn that guarded the walkways of the Castle bowed in respect to the Prince as he walked by. He acknowledged them with a bow of his own and they walked pass. The floor, made of rubies, glowed as he walked over them. Indicating that his father called for him. "What is it you may need at this time father?" He wondered in curiosity as he made way to the throne room. He knew he was at his destination when he encountered a room where torches that were the size of mountains lead to the door.
The door leads to stairs that climbed upwards towards a volcano. This was were Ignaticus was at his most powerful, the fire from the Volcano nearly tripled his power alone, but being near his father gave him near divine abilities. The King of Muspelheim in all of his golden glory, sat down and started back at his son. He had no horns nor sharp teeth, the claws that were usually said about him were unnatural clean and well kept.
"Young Prince, your days of instruction are over. No physical teacher that I can bring can sharpen your skills. Yet, that doesn't mean you are at your peak. As, It seems your blade of youth has failed you and you sacrificed it to the overall economy of our home. For this, I will send you to one of the greatest instructors this universe can provide, experience."Ignaticus didn't speak, but confused showed in his ember filled eyes. "I am sending you off on a mission. Not for me, but for you to find yourself and learn of the many things that makes a being balanced. Strength and Fire are not enough if you wish to survive being the next vessel of Recreation. You must learn wisdom, agility and knowledge."
An image from the flames of where Surtur rests took the form of a cube. "This here is a Nexus Cube, or at least an image of one. These rare objects were created by the First Ones in an attempt to imprison those who disregarded the morals that were applied. Now, this is essential for if you wish to survive. No other weapon can provide you much greater assistance than this."
Ignaticus nodded in understanding as he was about to speak, his father already answered the question he had in mind. "It lies in the Golden Gates of Asgard, within the Throne Room of the All-Father Odin. However you wish to retrieve it is left to your decision making. Just remember that consequences are inbound for whatever choice you make" These were the last words of his father, before dismissing the Prince. Ignaticus has left the Throne Room, and head towards the open Warp-Gate, a portal that took him to which ever realm he wished. "Time to show Odin what the Child of Surtur can really do" He exclaimed before changing to a more human-like form.