I, the Creation of the Black King, Protect Xia Mi

Hrangnir stood in the center of the living room, looking around this small, ordinary human room. Then he walked to the sofa, pulled it open, spread the quilt, and lay down. The couch was still too short for him and he needed to curl up his legs, but that didn't matter, he'd slept in worse places - like battlefields, like the underground, like the abyss of death. He closed his eyes, feeling the steady beating of the crystal heart in his chest, feeling the deep connection with the earth, and feeling the breath of this strange era. Long time no see, world. Long time no see, life. Long time no see, Your Highness.