Chapter 367 - Chapter 363 – Whispers from Asgard

Dawn broke over Nocture with a mist lighter than usual, as if the night of resurrection had cleansed some of the darkness that clung to the city. The sun never truly rose fully here; it appeared only as a faint orange glow filtered through the permanent fog, like an old wound that had never completely healed. The northern wind still carried remnants of ash and thunder, but now it mingled with the fresh scent of earth recently turned by black roots. The city itself began to breathe more deeply, the clang of dwarf hammers echoed once more from the forges, the howls of lycanthropes now carried a note of joy, and the mist rose slowly like the breath of a city reborn.