The Underworld should be a very dark place.
But the darkness here is not because of the dead everywhere.
It's just that as Niflheim, one of the Nine Great Worlds, is a realm shrouded in thick fog all-year-round.
The heat radiated by the stars cannot penetrate the layers of dense fog.
The gold-haired man stood on the ground, and no matter which direction he looked, it was covered with fog that could cut off both vision and magical power.
Hewitt knew how disgusting he had to act in order not to expose his true identity here; otherwise, he could face a mad death, leaving himself here forever.
Even if it wasn't eternal, it might be tens of thousands of years.
However, as an excellent shape-shifter, as long as he didn't stay here too long and didn't expose himself actively, death couldn't find him.
But the problem now before him is how to find out about Pendragon.
He only had one clue.
