Several days later, in the Mist Country.
A blizzard mixed with ice pellets swept across the wasteland at an extremely fast speed, freezing or swallowing life along its path, spreading a silence belonging to death and desolation.
However, the figure of a trio and a cat walked through the raging blizzard with ease, as if unimpeded by any obstacles.
As they broke through layers of air colder than the last, the environment around them changed dramatically; gentle warm breezes replaced the original blizzard, and a carpet of lush greenery unfolded beneath their feet, with misty water vapor spreading all around.
Thor couldn't help but groan comfortably, and patted the frost off his hair, beard, and body, looking around in surprise and said:
"This damned place of Niflheim has such an area?"
