"How is it? Have all the civilians in the city been evacuated?"
After merging with his clone, Allen immediately asked Frigga about the situation.
He was simply too lazy to sift through his clone's memories, and he disliked the sensation of a massive amount of information flooding into his mind all at once, so he had directly blocked that part out.
Without hesitation, Frigga replied, "Nearly everyone has been moved already. Now you can follow Odin's wishes and throw Surtur's crown into the Eternal Flame, allowing Ragnarok to descend."
"No, you've misunderstood one thing. I won't be the one bringing about Ragnarok. Thor and his friends will. Look, isn't someone already rushing impatiently toward the vault?"
As he spoke, Allen pointed at the agile female warrior not far away—Sif.
Without a doubt, at this critical moment, those Asgardians secretly loyal to Thor had finally stepped forward and launched an unprecedented rebellion.
Not only had they relied on their courage and martial prowess to hold back the countless Undead Army, but under Thor's orders, they were also preparing to personally trigger Ragnarok and end the tyrannical rule of Hela.
"Sif? Why is she there?" A surprised expression appeared on Frigga's face.
"Now isn't the time to dwell on that. Since the royal palace will be among the areas hardest hit by Ragnarok, I suggest you leave quickly as well. Otherwise, I believe Surtur would be more than happy to cut off your head as vengeance against Asgard," Allen reminded her meaningfully.
"You'll ensure Thor's safety, right?" Frigga tried to confirm it one last time.
Allen nodded without hesitation. "Of course! That's part of my deal with Odin, so you don't need to worry about his life."
"Then I'll be going first."
Worthy of being Odin's wife, Frigga made her decision swiftly.