Odin, Don't Make Me Bring About Ragnarok

At the broken bridge, the sea wind howled.

Ancient One stood in a yellow sorcerer's robe, her lean face carrying a trace of chill. The sea wind blowing in from the side made her yellow robes flap loudly.

"Is Asgard going to tear up its agreement with the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Ancient One spoke coldly.

The Sorcerer Supreme was a legacy passed down since prehistoric times, a lineage of mages who protected Earth from magical corruption.

Among the successive Sorcerer Supremes, some had been strong and some weak. The weaker ones exhausted themselves, joining forces with Earth's witches and mages to protect the planet.

The stronger ones, like Ancient One, crushed Earth's magical community beneath their power, forcing them to acknowledge the unrivaled strength of that generation's Sorcerer Supreme and revere them as supreme.

The agreement between the Sorcerer Supreme and Asgard had been a rather simple arrangement made between a previous, weaker Sorcerer Supreme and Odin.

After all, Earth, as the center of the Nine Realms and an important transit point, had repeatedly become a battlefield. Odin's Father Bor and the Dark Elves had fought there, followed by Odin, the Frost Giants, and other enemies, leaving Earth badly ravaged.

The previous Sorcerer Supreme had been forced to step forward and risk his life to establish a simple agreement with Odin to protect Earth.

Fortunately, the next Sorcerer Supreme had been Ancient One, a mage powerful enough to ascend to Asgard without fearing the majesty or strength of the King of the Gods.

Thus, that simple agreement had endured.

But the Rainbow Bridge had fired directly at Earth at such immense power, as though it would not rest until it blasted the planet apart. This had made Ancient One furious.

Had she returned even slightly later from dealing with a dimensional