Chapter 901 - You need to rest.

The morning in Asgard carried that heavy, elegant air typical of northern industrial cities. The sky remained covered by dense clouds, constantly pierced by columns of smoke rising from the foundries and factories scattered throughout the working-class districts. Even so, the city seemed alive in a way that was almost impossible to ignore. The metallic sound of hammers echoed between the Victorian buildings, locomotives whistled in the distance, and carriages crossed wide avenues paved with dark stone. Workers walked in organized groups, merchants opened their shops, and engineers discussed projects in front of enormous maps affixed to public panels.