A world of ice and snow, desolate and frozen. The sky was covered with dark gray clouds, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression. The bone-chilling cold swept in from all directions, turning people purple.

On the vast white land, Loki slowly opened his eyes.@@novelbin@@

This is Jotunheim, the home of the frost giants in mythology.

"How is it?" a woman's voice rang out.

At first glance, the left half of her face looked like a very beautiful woman. Her skin was as white as jade, with bright and clear eyes, and thick black hair cascading down her slender figure. Her lips were as red as blood, with a seductive chill.

Just by looking at this half, any gentleman with proper manners would probably show some respect and say, "I can handle this lady."

But looking at the other half, most gentlemen's XP systems would probably crash, and they would say, "Excuse me, I have to go" and run away.

That half was a ghastly, decaying image, with pale skin accompanied by grayish-purple marks and rotting wounds, as if it were a sign of withering and death. The eyes on that half of the face were sunken, emitting a foul smell, and flickering with cruelty and mockery.

Hela, the goddess of death.

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