Strax walked slowly through the wide streets of Asgard, his hands resting behind his back as his steps followed a tranquil, almost contemplative rhythm. The morning breeze rustled between the buildings, carrying with it the sounds of hammers, voices, and life—something that simply hadn't existed in that place just a few months ago.
It was hard to imagine that this same city had been reduced to ashes.
A few months before, everything there was nothing but destruction. The streets were covered in rubble, the walls partially collapsed, and the air still carried the lingering smell of smoke and burnt wood. Now, however, the scene was completely different.
New houses rose on both sides of the streets.
Many of them were two stories high, built with reinforced wood and light-colored stone. Sloping roofs of newly laid tiles gleamed in the morning sun as small flags fluttered on some balconies.
Small shops also began to appear.
