To the Refuge

Heimdall could sense them, the army that the Goddess of Death was amassing. He looked back, to the men and women following him to the hidden refuge ahead.

“Quickly,” he urged them.

They nodded, jogging past him. Their faces were wearied, but they kept going, for even though they did not possess his powers, they knew darkness was coming.

Heimdall turned his attention back to the path before him, watching the Asgardians making swift progress up the small cliff.

Heimdall took a step but chanced a look over his shoulder again. He hoped Thor was alive. With that final thought, he continued onward.

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