From the beautiful scenery of the great nebula in the Andromeda galaxy to the heavy smoke of the Thousand Year War in Centaurus, from Asgard's glorious years of conquering the universe to the fading conflicts across the Nine Realms.
Although Sif had never witnessed Odin leading the gods to carve out Asgard's great dominion, she had accompanied Asgard's powerful fleets across every corner of the universe and seen countless civilizations beneath brilliant stars.
As a race that could casually live for thousands of years, their knowledge and experience were beyond comparison with those short-lived species that only lived a few decades. In the past, Sif could proudly say that there was no grand spectacle she had not seen.
But she truly had never seen anything like this.
She had long known that humans were a race exceptionally skilled at making bombs. Their civilization's minds were filled with bombs, bombs, and bigger bombs.
They had even built their industrial foundation on bombs, forging ahead relentlessly down that path, constantly surpassing themselves until they successfully created superbombs capable of wiping out their own species dozens of times over.
But this situation still exceeded Sif's expectations. She had never imagined that humans would not only make superbombs capable of destroying their present selves dozens of times, but bombs capable of destroying their future selves hundreds or thousands of times over.
Sif could understand that fledgling spacefaring civilizations, unable to handle too much space junk, could only throw it far away and deal with it once they had the capability. Asgard had started out the same way.
Their ships had not always been this powerful. Those early warships were not only weaker than modern ones, but far more troublesome to build. The dwarves wasted countless materials every day. Some could be recycled in the