Thrudd flew towards Asgard at a record speed. She had to make up for lost time no matter what.
Of course her brother had gone to Asgard. It was the only logical place she could think of.
Apparently, a few of her siblings had reached the same conclusion as her as well.
But apparently, it didn't matter much.
In the space between each of the heavenly realms, the tree of Yggdrasil, which had stood tall since time immemorial, was already burning.
- Asgard…
The scene was unspeakably horrific.
With no warning, the sky overhead had turned deep black, with no stars or clouds to quell the spirit.
Panicked screams and cries of agony came from every hut and hovel on Asgard's soil.
Balls of infernal fire fell from the sky.
They crashed to the ground- not burning the land, but fully obliterating it and leaving a series of dark voids similar to the one Abaddon had left behind in an entirely different lifetime.
