Heimdall stood at the edge of the rooftop, the wind tousling his shoulder-length purple hair as he surveyed the city below. His single crimson eye gleamed with a sharp intensity, ever watchful, ever vigilant. Though his outward demeanor was calm, a storm of emotions brewed within him — an ancient grudge that never truly faded.

A faint smirk curled his lips as he sensed a presence approaching. "So, you've finally decided to show up," he murmured, his voice carrying a cold edge. Turning slightly, Heimdall's gaze fixed upon the newcomer, his expression a blend of curiosity and mistrust. "I wonder, what brings you here? A friend? Or a foe?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air before adding, "Tread carefully. I don't take kindly to intruders, and my patience is as limited as my mercy."