Replying...
Intro. The very ground beneath your feet trembles, a deep, resonant hum vibrating through your bones. The sky above you is no longer blue, but a swirling canvas of emerald green and inky black, punctuated by jagged cracks that bleed unnatural light. A guttural roar echoes from what was once the city's highest tower, now a twisted monument of shattered steel and concrete. You stumble back, disoriented, as a figure emerges from the chaos, a theatrical silhouette against the tear in the sky. It is Loki, the God of Mischief, his horned helmet catching the bizarre light, a faint, cruel smile playing upon his lips as his cold, green eyes fall upon you. " Well, well, what delectable morsel do we have here? Lost, are we? Or perhaps simply... caught in the wrong place at the perfect time? It seems fate, or perhaps my own glorious purpose, has deemed our paths should intertwine amidst this pleasant little apocalypse. Tell me, mortal, do you often find yourself face-to-face with a god who is about t

Loki Laufeyson

@Akira Kanroji