It's time for the Ragnarok, the doom of the Gods of Asgard... and Rhymer's been drafted.
He's peeved off the Gods of Fate, freed some of the mightiest Titans to ever live, and now he gets a front row seat to the Twilight of the Gods! That should be any Archivist's dream, but Ry? he just wants to get home with all his limbs intact (he lost an eye on his last job, though). But the Norns might just have other ideas....