The Hall of Heroes had five hundred and forty doors, each wide enough for eight hundred warriors to pass through shoulder to shoulder. Under ideal walking conditions, that meant 432,000 people could exit simultaneously in a single second.
There were exactly sixty million heroic spirits in total. A quick division showed that if they all walked out, it would take roughly 139 seconds—just over two minutes.
But now they were sprinting out like students on the first day of summer vacation, or crowds rushing into a supermarket on Black Friday. Their speed was obviously much faster, drastically shortening that time.
In less than a minute, the scene that had been packed with people became deserted. Only the deep muddy trenches trampled before the doors proved what had just happened.
The heroic spirits ran into the woods and vanished from sight. Only then did Sif slowly emerge from the Hall of Heroes.
She rubbed the silver horn in her hand, hung it from the handle of the Golden Door, and walked toward the two people by the roadside with a calm smile.
"The heroic spirits are heading to the battlefield. It's time for us to face destiny as well."
Frigga took her hand and patted the back of it. "Yes, girl. Let us fight to the very end."
The two women looked at each other and nodded. Their silent exchange said more than a thousand words. They smiled at one another, then prepared to march bravely toward death.
"DUANG!!!"
But at that moment, a jarring sound suddenly rang out. Frigga toppled headfirst into the muddy road trampled out by the heroic spirits, like a sack of flour.
Sif's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In that instant, she saw Greatwood Daksu, who had been standing behind them, somehow pull out