Schiller walked up the moss-covered steps, passed through a stone archway entwined with vines, and followed the dripping of spring water into a deep, silent forest. After leaving footprints across the lawn, he saw the World Tree's spring hidden within the valley. This was the Well of Urd, where Odin had prayed to the World Tree for wisdom, and the final resting place of every divine soul.
Under the pretext of coming to Asgard to clean up the battlefield, Schiller had also come on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers to visit the badly injured Thor. When he reached the spring, he saw Thor drying his hair.
"Looks like you've recovered well," Schiller said. "How do you feel?"
"I've never been so close to death before. But after experiencing it, I think you were right. Her temper was too explosive. I could barely breathe."
Schiller smiled. "Sif was a little worried about you. Before I came, she asked me to check on how your recovery was going."
"I know she's a strong warrior, but leaving her alone to hold everything together at a time like this is truly a dereliction of duty on my part." Thor sighed. "Whether as a husband, a monarch, or a future father, I've done far too little."
"Don't be discouraged. As long as you gain experience, that's what matters." Schiller sat down on a large rock beside the spring. "How is your recovery?"
"Not bad, but the World Tree refuses to let me leave. There's not much else I can do except wait until the war is over."
"It may be afraid you'll die out there." Schiller sighed softly. "Darkseid has ascended beyond the Multiverse and will soon become a disaster for it. I only regret that you can't take part in this battle."
"Then