"Fake?" Thor held Mjolnir aloft. Hearing Stephen Strange's words, his eyes widened as he stared in astonishment at Odin on the Throne of Asgard, bound up like a rice dumpling, his expression suddenly changing.
"Thor, my son, what are you waiting for?" Odin's face changed abruptly. His one eye fixed on Thor, then his altered expression suddenly sank, and he put on a solemn, imposing look as though nothing could shake him. "Are you just going to stand there and watch your father be humiliated?"
"I merely added a spell that seals divine power to the binding spell. Could Odin really be unable to deal with even this kind of restraint?" Stephen Strange gripped the golden whip in his hand, tightly binding Odin.
For a moment, Thor looked suspiciously at his father Odin, then turned to look at Stephen Strange.
If this were the real Odin, a burst of divine power would have shattered the whip binding him at once, displaying the majesty of the King of the Gods. Why would he need to call for Thor to save him?
"Who are you?" At last, Thor held Mjolnir in hand, silver-white light flashing in his eyes. Lightning streamed from Mjolnir, crawling up Thor's arm and spreading across his entire body. Electric arcs crackled through the dust in the air around him. He raised the lightning-wreathed Mjolnir, aimed it at Odin, and shouted.
Odin, bound in place, had a stiff neck, goosebumps rising all over his body. With Thor pointing Mjolnir's lightning at him, he felt a deadly sense of crisis, as though his heart were about to leap from his chest.
"I'll dispel his transformation." Stephen Strange released one hand from the golden whip, formed a hand seal to undo transformations, and extended it toward Odin.
Odin's face immediately showed