After acquiring Fimbulwinter, Gu Shanhai took Mimir to the southern end, where Hel and her massive ship Naglfar had crashed.
The place was teeming with life, as the flames of the world had yet to spread here.
This land, purified by seawater, gradually grew greener and more lush vegetation than before, as the earth regained its vitality.
The last remnants of destiny's power protected this new world.
But this was destiny's final gift; when Gu Shanhai set foot on this land, he already sensed that destiny had long since dissipated.
"This won't last long, at most it can only sustain ten years," Mimir said with a hint of worry.
Ten years was far too short, too short for him to figure out how Gu Shanhai could use Fimbulwinter to calm the world's heat and burning within such a time.
Fimbulwinter was no match for the flames; it was too small and would have evaporated long ago if not buried deep underground and preserved in an ice coffin.
