Vivian summoned a huge swarm of bats, surveying the surrounding terrain in all directions from high above. She quickly found the area that had appeared in the surveillance footage. It was the ruin of a battlefield along a riverbank, some distance from the main battlefield on the Wigrid Plain, but no less horrific. Vivian believed this was the battlefield where Ragnarök had begun: the Frost Giants, Fire Giants, and all kinds of demons and monsters from other dimensions had charged into Asgard through the rainbow bridge here.
The valiant Heimdall had fought the invaders to the death here, but the gatekeeper had ultimately perished alongside Loki.
This small battlefield lay in the gap between two enormous tentacles. It was roughly triangular, as if wedged between two small mountain ranges. The surveillance footage they had seen in Valhalla matched the features of this area perfectly, but Hao Ren found no signs of human activity here.
"There's no smell." Lily crawled around on the ground, sniffing everywhere, then returned to report to Hao Ren. "I can say for certain that no one has been here for at least three months. But there are indeed traces of human activity. Some equipment was removed from certain corpses, and some things have cuts of varying freshness on them."
"Sounds like battlefield scavengers," Izax muttered. "It's been more than two thousand years. Could this many people really have survived?"
"I can't believe they managed to survive this long under the deadly magical radiation." Vivian shook her head, but then something in the distance suddenly caught her attention. She raised her head and stared blankly in that direction.
Hao Ren followed her gaze. He saw the largest tentacle yet rising from the edge of the earth ahead and extending all the way into the sky. It was