Asgard.
Eternal Garden.
A figure in a gray coat stepped through the muddy garden, scattering clear spring water from his fingertips like fine rain over every corner of the grounds.
As the breeze gradually rose, tousled golden hair fluttered in the wind. Bragi stood upon the barren soil and looked back into the distance.
Beneath the low, heavy clouds, faint rumbles rolled in from afar. The decaying wooden cottage creaked softly with the trembling earth, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Bragi withdrew his gaze, glanced at the wooden cottage before him, and sighed.
"This house needs renovating too..."
"With things already this chaotic outside, you're still watering flowers here? Aren't you curious?" Urd, the Goddess of "the Past," asked in confusion from the blue stone path.
"Curious about what?"
"What's happening in Asgard."
"I'm not interested." Bragi shook his head, his fingertips continuing to tap through the air. With every movement, a stream of spring water turned into rain, nourishing every corner of the soil.
Dressed in a simple gray coat, he stood there like a quiet conductor, scattering the seeds of life across the dead land.
"Whether it's Loki or Thor, whoever wins has nothing to do with me.
"I only hope that when my wife returns, this garden will have been restored to how it was... If she sees that the garden we built together has ended up in such a miserable state, she'll be heartbroken."
Bragi's eyes were filled with tenderness.
Urd, the Goddess of "the Past," watched Bragi water the flowers with complete focus, her expression somewhat complicated.
"Brother Bragi! Can I plant flowers with you?" Skuld, the Goddess of "the Future," with two colorful braids in her hair, somehow appeared carrying a bag of Scale-Treading Chrysanthemum seeds. She ran up to Bragi