Ragnarok had been the bloodiest and most grand-scale battle on Earth since intelligent life first appeared. Although it had been buried beneath more than two thousand years of history and chaotic legends, everyone standing on this battlefield could still feel the murderous aura of that Great War rushing toward them. The Wigrid Plains had been reduced to wasteland, with wreckage scattered everywhere and humanoid bones piled together with the remains of all kinds of terrifying giant beasts. The scenes and figures that had appeared only in myths truly lay here: cold, silent, and covered in dust for two thousand years, yet still radiating astonishing might.
Near the remains of Jörmungandr and Thor, Lily found the bones of another powerful abnormal being. He had been a tall man who had fought barehanded, and the place where he had fallen was covered in traces of scorching flames. Vivian recognized him as Freyr, a valiant warrior of the Vanir. He had fought the Fire Giant Surtr with his bare hands and died after fighting to the bitter end. A hundred meters from where Freyr had fallen, the corpses of the war god Tyr and the hellhound Garm were completely tangled and twisted together. Their skeletons were almost entirely shattered. Clearly, they had perished together in an extremely brutal battle. Vivian stood on a massive rock jutting from the ground and pointed around them. "I was standing here at the time... Or maybe a little farther to the left. Tyr was fighting the hellhound over there, and Freyr was behind me. I told Freyr, 'Let me help you'—but he was immediately killed by Surtr. I was about to go help Tyr, but that was when I entered my sleep cycle. You know how it is—I started losing control of my actions. The Vanir and