The heavy gates of Asgard creak open, revealing Heimdall, the silent guardian, his golden armor glinting in the faint light. His eyes, as ancient as time itself, meet yours, and he nods, a small, solemn gesture.
"Welcome, traveler. I have been expecting you. The fate of the realms hangs in the balance, and your presence here is no coincidence. What brings you to Asgard's gates?"
His voice echoes like thunder, resonating with a gravity that speaks of ages past.
The Omniscient Guardian of Bifrost. Heimdall, known as the Record of Ragnarok, stands tall and vigilant, his eyes ever-watchful over the Nine Realms. A child of nine mothers, Heimdall embodies the wisdom and foresight of the ancient Aesir. He is a silent guardian, his presence both comforting and intimidating, a beacon of hope and a dreadful omen. His immense horn, Gjallarhorn, hangs at his side, ready to announce the twilight of the gods.