"Hahaha!"
With Van's every step, with every whistle that rang and drummed through the air, another wound or scratch builds on his face. He had to summon his shield in order to mitigate the wind that threatening to pull his skin off as he ran through the depths of Muspelheim.
With pretty much destroying the city, the scorching heat of the outside, as well as the confines of the underground, had already merged, raising up the temperature even further as the lavas that spewed from the ground elevated the searing air.
And perhaps, because of that, Van could feel a sort of sting with his every step, accompanied by the scratches of varying sizes that appeared on his skin. However, he did not even seem to mind as he continued to ram through the fire giants.
300 chapters ago, Van was learning how to write.