Prologue Part 3

Snow fell heavily, blanketing everything in Valleywood white. The orshaial city hadn't seen a storm this bad for over a century. It was so thick and blinding that the city government declared that all residents must remain indoors. The storm raged, and the skies grew darker, with thunder and lightning clashing as the heavens seemed to split, opening up the floodgates of gods knew what.

In a warm, comfortable penthouse overlooking Valleywood, a figure lay between naked bodies after a night of debauchery gasped, waking up. Looking around his bedroom, Loki rubbed his chest, groaning, feeling a burning that caused him to break out in sweat.