Alfheim I
Two days after Damien visited Midgard.
Loptr and her entourage finally appeared within Alfheim. Or rather, the borders of Alfheim, the Great City of Nobility, or of Light.
The true abode of most pure-blooded nobles of Midgard. Nobles whose heritage stretched back to Asgard as well, where the real overlords of Norland reside.
Alfheim was a large forest, pristine and divine.
It's beauty made it seem like the sacred grounds of the gods. The trees were towering tall, with sturdy barks, and verdent green leaves that glittered under the grace of the sun, or the moon.
And it did not matter whether it was the trees, the shrubs, the soil, or even the rivers and lakes, everything seemed out of the ordinary.
Which was why the children unworthy of inheriting their families within Asgard, descended to Alfheim instead. It was beautiful, and also unique.