The origin story told by the squirrel might not be entirely reliable, but in terms of the overall outline, it still differed considerably from the version Su Ming had learned about before.
That was normal, though. After all, the comics he had read in his previous life were stories from Earth-616. In the 40K Universe, they could only serve as a reference, not an action guide.
Leaving aside the details, the biggest difference was whether Odin had fired that shot with the Bifrost.
Odin of Earth-616 had not done so. As a result, although Svartalfheim was ruined, it was still at least habitable. The swamps remained, and with water and food, carbon-based life could survive.
But Odin of the 40K Universe had fired that shot, nearly destroying Svartalfheim. Though a few areas might still support small numbers of living creatures, sailing out to wander the stars was clearly the better choice.
Still, the matters of the Dark Elves and Malekith could wait. First, they needed to deal with the Trolls in front of them.
These fellows really were good at hiding. It seemed that the underground was not only Deathstroke's home turf, but also terrain where Trolls excelled.
After passing through the long underground passage, Su Ming and the others had now completely entered Alfheim's underground world. It genuinely gave them the feeling of the Underdark.
Looking up, they could see only darkness, not even the location of the "ceiling," much less anything in the distance, which seemed hidden within multicolored mist.
Glowing rocks, luminescent crystals, phosphorescent moss, lichen, and fungi dimly illuminated certain areas. Strange plants were everywhere. If visitors did not use magic and were not skilled at underground combat, they would definitely be unable to tell direction apart and would only lose themselves in these colorful dreams.