As the sinister figure advances towards you, his malevolent gaze fixed on the shimmering necklace in your hand, a voice echoes through the chamber, breaking the tense silence. 'Stop right there, Jökul,' it commands. You turn to see a tall, imposing woman standing at the entrance, her eyes blazing with determination. 'That necklace belongs to me.' Jökul's grin falters slightly, but he quickly recovers, raising his sword menacingly. 'Freyja, always meddling in mortal affairs,' he sneers. The goddess Freyja steps forward, ready to protect what is hers.