In the runes of old, Hagalaz represents the wrath of the storm — hail, chaos, and violent transformation. The ancients believed the storm god placed nine sacred gates at the edge of the world to test those who dared enter the realm of thunder.

You leap not over wood, but over fear. Over the very edge of the storm’s reach.

The Skýrunners were the messengers of the storm gods — swift-footed warriors who could leap across the clouds and summon thunder with every step.

Prove yourself worthy or be cast down by the wind and struck mid-leap by the fury of Thor.

The children of Storm were bred for burden.

This carry tests your core, your will, and your bloodline.

Named after the rainbow bridge between realms, this beam tests your balance amid gusts and chaos. Misstep, and you fall into the void.

The great serpent Jörmungandr coils beneath the storm wrecked world. Crawl through the belly of the beast: slick, suffocating, and filled with the echoes of thunder. The earth trembles above, and mist creeps in like the serpent’s venom.

You don’t just crawl — you survive the storm’s hunger.

Fallen warriors are carried to Valhalla across the Gjöll River. Some say the river remembers the footsteps of the brave — and the cries of those who slipped beneath. Icy water bites at your legs. The current tries to take you.

Every step is a fight to stay standing — a fight to be remembered.

When the seas raged and skies opened, only the storm-hardened Vikings crawled through the flooded trenches of their longships.

Face the crawl as they did—with grit and guts.

Deep within the realm of the frost giants, the ice covered cliffs shimmer with danger. Your path is as unstable as a storm-battered peak.

Can you scale the walls?

When struck by lightning, the brave leap forward or perish.

Move fast, and don’t look down.

Beneath the Nine Realms lies Helheim, ruled by Hel, daughter of Loki. To escape its grip, warriors must traverse through the Twister of Helheim. You can’t run. You can’t rise. Only hold, swing, and twist like the dead trying to crawl back to the world of the living.

Let go, and Hel claims you. Endure, and prove your soul still burns.

When Thor cast his hammer to earth, it shattered the land into sharp fragments.

These are the broken remains—climb and descend them, if you dare.

In the high mountain passes of Midgard, Messengers clung to swinging ropes above howling winds.

Recreate their path across the Storms edge.

Said to be the god’s fury echoing through the Nine Realms, this thunderous crawl pits racers against disorienting darkness and the deafening cry of a god’s wrath.

When Thor, the god of thunder, brings down Mjölnir, the skies split. Mountains crack. Giants fall, but the hammer does not give its power freely. This is not a test of technique. It is a contest of fury.

Grip the handle. Channel the storm. Strike until the gods hear you.

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Skadi, goddess of winter and mountains, watches from the peaks.

She grants passage only to those who can climb into the heart of the storm — where snow blinds, and wind tears flesh from bone.

When the gods prepare for war, they choose Stormbearers — those who carry the weight of the tempest itself. These warriors do not flinch beneath burden or pain.

They lift the storm and walk into battle. You now walk their path.

Named for the winter huntress, this tests your grip as cold winds howl and ropes turn slick with ice.

Honor the frost goddess, or fall to her wrath.

In the great flood unleashed when Fenrir broke free, warriors had to lift and carry the wounded through rising waters.

Will you bear the weight, or drown in the myth?

A wall once frozen by Skadi herself, goddess of winter and vengeance.

Ice winds lash at your face as you scale this chilling test.

These steps were tempered in the heart of a tempest. Each climb is a battle against wind, rain, and your own weakness.

Only the stormforged ascend.

It’s said that Thor once crossed a storm-swept sea by leaping across the backs of sea serpents, each one thrashing in fury beneath his feet.

You now face the Tempest Crossing. Balance is survival. Speed is salvation.