"The Fimbulwinter has finally departed," Vidar looked at the melting ice and snow of the new world. Under his divine power, some seeds buried deep within the soil began to sprout.
Life reappeared once the cold retreated.
"Fortunately, the new world has its own sun; otherwise, the crops simply couldn't survive." Wali felt a joy in his heart upon seeing the sprouts.
The sun and moon of the nine realms have been devoured by wolves. Even if the Frost Star extinguishes the burning World Fire, rebuilding will still require numerous celestial bodies.
With the absence of the sun alone, most life in the nine realms cannot survive.
"Mimir gave me the corresponding plan. If all goes well, within a year I will be able to rejuvenate the new world."
With something to do, Vidar's spirit and demeanor improved considerably, no longer appearing somewhat dejected as before.
Going through such experiences, his title as the Silent God could almost be removed.
