Chapter 939: The children of Loki, and an ancient dragon.
In the icy reaches of the Kingdom of Helheim, where the biting winds whisper dark tales and the endless nights plunge the land into eternal darkness, a desolate landscape unfolds. The ground, covered in snow and ice, seemed to have succumbed to the very melancholy that permeated the place, transforming it into a kingdom of despair and desolation.
The unfortunate Souls who met their fate here were those deemed not worthy to ascend to Valhalla, the Paradise reserved for the most fearless of warriors, or to Fólkvangr, the Celestial Domain of the Goddess Freyja. Instead, they are condemned to eternally wander the frozen lands of Helheim, where the eternal night is punctuated only by a faint, eerie lunar light.