The forest behind Asgard was known for its ancient vastness, towering trees, and an almost perpetual mist that shimmered with golden particles as it reflected the sunlight. For centuries, that region had been considered harmless—just too wild territory for cultivation, but not dangerous.
That changed three days ago.
And now, Kali walked alone through the depths of that forest, each step facing an invisible resistance, heavy, dense as liquid lead.
The air, once warm and vibrant, had become suffocating. A dry, oppressive heat that burned not the skin—but the soul.
The aura emanating from that place was so intense that any human soldier would have fallen unconscious before even reaching the first point of corruption. They were strong, disciplined, trained… but nothing on known earth could have prepared them for this.
Kali knew. That's why she sent them back.
She herself wasn't sure if she could endure it.
