"It seemed our God of Mischief had gotten himself in over his head."
In the void, Wanda could not help but tease him.
"He didn't seem very good at building things."
"It wasn't that he wasn't good at it." A more expectant smile appeared on Xiao Han's face.
"He simply hadn't found a reason to build yet."
He looked at the motionless figure standing atop the building on the screen.
He knew.
The best part of this game's story was only just beginning.
"A younger brother who had lost his elder brother."
"A city that had lost its order."
"What do you think?" He asked the four women beside him with great interest.
"What kind of story will happen next?"
The wind was fierce atop the skyscraper.
The cold wind, carrying the scent of acid rain, whipped Loki's somewhat tattered trench coat with a loud rustle.
Beneath his feet, the city that had only just gained its freedom was plunging into darkness at an unprecedented speed.
The collapse of the power grid had deprived ninety percent of the area of all light.
Only scattered flames kept rising in every corner of the city.
They were not flames of hope.
They were robberies, arson, the malice of human nature unleashed after losing every restraint.
Piercing screams and manic laughter mingled together, endlessly rising from the city below and converging into a symphony of the apocalypse.
Sif and Viper stood at the edge of the chaos, watching silently.
There was no joy of victory on their faces, only confusion.
"Is this the freedom we wanted?"
Viper's voice was hoarse.
She looked down at a man who, in order to seize half a loaf of bread, smashed another woman's head apart with a steel pipe.
Her body trembled slightly.
She was a