But things didn't get better as Odin visited the Jungle Realm after a while.
Odin stepped through the portal, expecting life to be abundant. Instead, what greeted him was winter and a familiar frozen landscape.
The massive trees that had stretched impossibly high were covered in thick frost. Their leaves, once crimson and amber and green, were blackened and frozen. Ice coated every branch, every trunk, weighing them down until some had cracked and fallen.
The pathways of light blue-grey stone were buried under snow. The golden sunlight that had filtered through the canopy was gone, replaced by the pale, cold light of the ice realm bleeding through.
Hundreds of birds lay frozen on the ground, with some of them missing their wings or other parts of their body.
Beneath the trees, Reinhard's soul felt the last warmth bleed out of the realm. The colors, so vibrant in his memory, now seemed washed out, as if the world had been overexposed to cold.
