In the boundless expanse of space, the Silver Wing emerged from a jump.
It was John's first time using it, but the sensation felt familiar.
"It's similar to Apparition."
Jumping could cause physical discomfort and even make one's eyes burst.
But to Wizards familiar with Apparition, the sensation could hardly have been more familiar.
Even the Splinching they had to contend with was far more dangerous.
After leaving Muspelheim, John opened his right hand.
The World Tree star chart appeared in his palm.
He had traveled through three realms during this time.
He had plunged into the Hvergelmir spring in Niflheim.
He had walked the road of the dead in Helheim.
He had taken the Twilight Sword from Muspelheim.
Of the five remaining realms, he had already visited Asgard once. Svartalfheim, the homeland of the Dark Elves, had a sun that radiated black light, which did interest him a little.
Vanaheim and Alfheim were the places John most wanted to visit.
Jotunheim, on the other hand, had little worth his attention, given that the Casket of Ancient Winters was already in his possession.
Nidavellir, where the Dwarves lived, was somewhere he did want to visit.
After setting the navigation for Vanaheim, John left the control room.
He paid a visit to the storage room.
Bartering was far more useful than currency in space. He handed the ore to Paluru in the engine room and had him refine it.
A Fire Demon was very useful for this. A life-form born from fire had a much more natural command of flames.
Paluru worked hard there, refining the ore into solid chunks.
The metal unique to Muspelheim bore flame-like patterns.
John was very grateful to Rambo, because his ship contained a wealth of information about space pirates.
This ore fetched a high price