The Son Of Surtur roamed the streets of New York, not under his true form, but of a human male. The strings of Destiny pulled him from the depths of Muspelheim to the Concrete Jungle. And while he'd traveled through the terrain of hostile forests, conquered the summit of Ymir's mountains. The endless labyrinth of buildings, all of which looked the same, the alleyways and the constant blaring of car horns was disorienting to a man who spent most of his time in either nature or olden villages.
The crowds of people didn't help either as they failed to provide enough space for his shoulders. It made him want to revert to his initial form, for surely a being composed of fire would have more personal space.
But even with these difficulties proposed by the new times, his eyes were still set on his own missions. A death was needed in order to ensure the certainty of Rebirth. The vision given to him flashed red,blue and yellow. A man of great power and a high code of morale was his target. A supposed superstar in this world.
While his visions showed him the general location of his targets and their blurred appearance, it never showed him their specific whereabouts or where they were headed. Which made finding his target much harder in a large city such as this one.
However, as if the Fates themselves smiled upon him, he saw what appeared to be a man in blue and red soar through the sky. He pushed through the crowds, becoming more irritated with each step, to better track the movement of the flying object, before vanishing in a puff of flame.
He reappeared on the top of a nearby building, providing a better vantage point. And saw this target. He didn't smile nor express any emotion other than dogmatic determination as he muttered an Omen into the air. Before disappearing into a puff of smoke once more.
"For the sake of Rebirth, you will burn."
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