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Sigh—
A sweet breeze drifted over the skies of Niflheim, enshrouding the world in a pale red mist. When Laine stepped across the boundary, what he saw made him think for a moment that he had come to the wrong place.
The original land of mist was cold and bleak. As one of the realms that existed before the World Tree was born, it was the polar opposite of Muspelheim, the realm of ice and fire, enshrouded in thick fog all year round.
Snow and ice coated the land of Niflheim; there was no light, no warmth, only the Hvergelmir Spring—the world's first fountain—winding its way through.
This place was supposed to be a forbidden zone for life, inhabited only by the race known as the 'Nibelungen.' But now, the original inhabitants were nowhere to be seen, and in front of Laine, everything appeared so 'vibrant with life'.
