"I represent the apocalypse?" Zhang Heng frowned. "I'm just a mortal. Why would I have anything to do with the apocalypse? And speaking of the apocalypse, the twilight of the gods should be related to you."
"The twilight of the gods is only the apocalypse of the Nordic Gods," Loki said. "I have to admit... Hmm... from more than 2,000 years ago, that war was quite grand and magnificent. The Bards sang about it, and many famous people wrote many beautiful poems to mourn the fall of the gods. They sang about Thor and Odin's battle heroism, the Asgardian gods' valor, and indomitable spirit... blah, blah, blah. You can blame me for that, but unfortunately, they're too old."
"What do you mean?"
