From a land beyond this mortal plane, somewhere beyond Aerial's soulstream, a Purifier, known once in the land of Atlas as Elle Noctuid, watches over the man's journey. As his boat strikes shore, so too does her boot land against the doorway of the All-Father's hall. She looks to the legends and warriors of old, some before her time and many after. A cig is set to her lower lip, drooping there as a spark forms from the metallic object in her hand, soon thereafter a plume of smoke floating from the end of it.
"And so it begins." She'd say, a tinge of her old accent lingering to her voice.
And what was to begin? Only time could tell, for even the All-Father was not all powerful or omniscient.