Dungeon of Niflheim

"Come let's head on in, the sooner we get this over with the better." Announced Khione as she walked passed the display of her father's mighty Primordial form as though depressed by the fact that despite inching ever closing to the S-rank she still failed to see anything more in the statue.

"Lead on my dear." Though he found the display enlightening Frost wasn't wont to let this beautiful bombshell leave his side. With a charming smile on his lips he dashed after her, sticking close to her like glue. The two of them looking like the perfect couple, their natural charisma and kingdom toppling good looks drawing the eyes of all the museum's visitors. Frost even heard a young girl say to her parents that 'That husband and wife look so pretty.' Her words causing her parents to smile and agree.

Frost who overheard glanced at his partner finding the title of husband and wife warming to the heart, Khione however did her best to pretend that she didn't hear it, but her ears had already turned crimson.

'Heheheh she's so cute.' Frost laughed internally and let his hand 'accidently' brush against hers making her blush even more and quicken her pace. She still wasn't quite used to his sneaky advances, especially when in front of hundreds of her family's citizens. If they were back in the training room, alone behind closed doors she might be a little more proactive, tease him back, mock him and call him a pervert all while letting her eyes roam and her mind succumb to the tantalising temptation…perhaps even lean in and take a bite.

'No no no Khione steady yourself girl, resist the evil, resist it girl.' Every time she let herself wonder her delusions would take over, leading her down the rabbit hole in which there was no return.

She turned to face Frost who was still donning that charming smile and loudly hmphed before stopping in front of the first exhibit.

"Here you can see the old man start to discover his role in the world and some of his interactions with the other Primordial Kings and Queens." She spoke in a rough voice as though using it convey and or release her frustration.

Frost who was clearly on the receiving end of her glaring eyes couldn't help but shake his head. How could he be blamed for her own delusions and her own desires. But he didn't say anything, instead nodded along showing interest in what she was saying, giving her a feeling of victory.

In the first exhibit the mortal form of Shivali was shown alongside others who stood next to him, high above the masses that symbolised the mortals and how the two sides were different in status. Behind the primordials there were shadows of their true forms as well as the large sphere in the sky that represented Nova. The planet looked a fair bit different than it did now. The land was covered in destruction, things were created and destroyed in cycles, the landscape constantly changing as the Primordials discussed and exchanged opinions all while the three moons and bright sun hanging high in the skies loamed over them, watching their actions with curiosity.

'I'm guessing they represent father and Lord Light.' While mortals were below the Gods, the Gods were below the two of them. Nothing, at least as far as they knew existed before Light and Dark, all creation started from the two of them, even the Primordials owed their birth to the two of them and thus treated them with the upmost respect.

Next to the display there was parchment with writing on it detailing the key events that were in motion.

Most of it was beyond the comprehension of the young Dungeon core who'd only lived for a short time, but one thing did stand out.

"Between 100,000 and 1,000,000 years am I reading that right?" This period of transformation wherein the Primordials coalesced, met with one another and slowly eked out their places in Nova transpired over hundreds of thousands of years and even after a million the state of the world was still far from its current level of development. Shivali hadn't even started work on his first species let alone begin development of his personal realm, Niflheim.

"Yeah that's why I don't think this little visit of ours will be as educational as you believe. Though our realm is now highly developed and in a state prosperity to get to this point and to achieve it…it's not really something you can replicate." Khione sighed and shrugged her shoulders before continuing. This was why she felt that visiting the museum wasn't all that worthwhile at least for the main reasons in which Frost wanted to come.

"Father has been around since the dawn of creation, a length of time that's almost impossible to imagine even for those that ascend to Godhood, the number of years is just too much to properly understand." Khione felt a headache coming on just thinking about.

"Nova has gone through countless cycles, trials and errors, phases of destruction and creation before even coming close to the world that we know today and through that entire time my father and the other Primordials have been watching, partaking, learning and planning. A depth of knowledge and experience that no one can replicate unless they have experienced it themselves. He knows what works and what doesn't because he has literally tried and seen pretty much every outcome over the years. Though you can perhaps gleam certain stratagems and methods from what you see you will never be able to replicate the foundation, the essence that makes Niflheim truly unshakable throughout the passage of time." Empires even the most affluent, powerful, technologically and or magically advanced would one day fall regardless of their attempts to stop it.

The Northrend empire is a perfect example, a common problem with succession, a difference in opinion when it came to running the nation and one's son's insatiable greed and impatience led the once leading nation of the Northern continent to the brink of ruin. Of course there were problems prior to the civil war, problems that helped destabilise this once solid country, but the result remains the same. All things fall against the river of time.

Even if this civil war is brought to a fair conclusion, if Avira gains prestige and backing and ascends to the golden throne it's just a temporary measure, Northrend will fall at some point.

The only places that are somewhat immune to this inevitable passage are realms established and actively managed by long standing Gods like the Primordials who know of the ebb and flow of the world and since they themselves are beyond time they can persevere against its effects. Changing, adapting, evolving but never truly breaking or fading away.

Experience, strength of a God and the ability to manipulate and control all facets of the nation being ruled. These three factors were the key to creating something everlasting but even then it wasn't guaranteed.

Many Gods failed, many had to rebuilt from scratch several times over….Niflheim was unique not the standard and because of that Frost would struggle or rather find it impossible to replicate it within his own territory. He may see some success in the early stages but would inevitably fail in the end.

Khione albeit lacking depth of understanding herself knew full well because of her father's teachings as well as the grumblings of her eldest siblings that the realm of Niflheim could not be repeated.

"If you don't have the strength of a God, a strength that allows you to be beyond the effects of time and beyond the reach of mortals, an abundant amount of knowledge and personal experience as well as the ability to be in complete and utter control of your territory whatever you create will be subject to the ebb and flow of the world and will eventually collapse one way or another." Khione frowned her heart feeling heavy, she didn't enjoy crushing Frost's hopes but felt that it'd be better for him to hear it sooner than later.

Strangely however Frost wasn't disheartened by her words instead he felt inspired and full of spirit. His lips still portrayed a smile as the gears in his mind turned. Khione's explanation had enlightened him, bringing him a sense of peace.

'Niflheim is build on the back of failures and exists solely because its ruler is so wise and indomitable.' He wanted his territory to be like the realm of Niflheim to be this wonderful and prosperous but now he understood that he'd needed to go in a different direction even if it meant he failed.

If even the Primordials failed time and time again, only succeeding in what stood currently after millions or even billions of years then what gave him the confidence to achieve the same in a fraction of the time.

Niflheim could serve as an inspiration but that was it, it could not be copied, he was not Shivali after all.

"Thank you Khione I understand what you mean and I'm grateful for your bluntness…don't worry I won't try to force myself down a path that can't be followed nor will I wallow in depression if I meet with or rather when I meet with failure." The camp or rather city-state beyond the borders of his Dungeon could fail as long as his core remained and his strength continued to improve he could always start again.