Chapter 739

"You're actually this powerful now?" Once the dust had settled, Thor walked over, supporting Jane.

While Sif had been fighting the Curse Warrior, Thor had watched from the sidelines. In Asgardian culture, casually interfering in another person's battle was considered deeply dishonorable—and an insult to the Sif he was trying to help.

Of course, if Sif had truly been in mortal danger, Thor would not have clung to such rigid dogma. He would rather lose his honor than stand by and let her die. In his eyes, glory was like clothing, while brothers were like limbs. That was precisely why so many were willing to follow him unto death.

But this time, he had been thoroughly surprised. He had remained ready to step in at any moment, yet never found the chance. Sif had not merely avoided danger—she had never been at a disadvantage. The Curse Warrior had been on the receiving end the entire time.

That left Thor both surprised and confused. He knew Sif's strength well enough, so how had she suddenly become so formidable? And that gigantic transformation... could it be...

"Evenson's medicine." Just as Thor had guessed, Evenson was involved. Sif explained carefully, "Those strange potions, the ritual he performed, and the poison used by the Dark Elves—when combined, they seem to cause a series of subtle changes in female Asgardians. Even he probably never expected it."

There was nothing exactly wrong with that explanation, but it was not entirely true either. The truth was nowhere near that complicated. Nothing needed to be combined with anything else; high-concentration Fel blood alone was enough. But this was Heavenly Queen Frigga's official explanation to the outside world, so Sif could only repeat it word for word. Besides, she truly did not know whether it was true or false.