Who Was Toying with the Demon Gods?

"Who has answered the ancient call?"

"Who dares... Ah~~~~ this breath—it is the mortal world, souls, flesh, pure energy!"

"The scent of pure energy."

"Ah~~~~ strong, beautiful flesh and blood!"

"Open it wider, make the spatial rift wider! I can hardly wait to devour everything!"

"Hahaha... Let me grant life eternity and make them servants who shall serve me forever!"

"This scent!!!!"

"It is the unique scent of gods!"

"A feast beyond compare—I can hardly wait."

"Have the gods reached their end? Who opened the Demon Gods' gate? Hurry and open it wider. I will destroy the gods as you wish!"

"Kekekekekekeke... I can already feel the gods' panic. The scent of fear is plain to see, their terrified souls are trembling. How wonderful."

"I only need flesh!"

"Souls are what I need!"

"The spirit is what I crave!"

"Fear is my sustenance!"

"All divine power belongs to me!"

"Everything is mine! Dare to obstruct me, and I will eat you!"

"Arrogant. You dare snatch food from a demon's mouth!"

"Demon Gods feed on energy, fear, spirit, and flesh. I feed on Demon Gods!"

The orange magical formations blanketing Asgard's sky were filled with hair-thin spatial cracks. Evil, bizarre, profound, frenzied, vicious auras and more seeped from them, forming a vast, dense pressure of evil that bore down directly upon Asgard, leaving the gods below shocked and fearful.

Just how many planes had been opened? How many dimensional demon gods wanted to enter this Realm of Gods? Was this a feast for dimensional demon gods? Was Asgard the food laid out at the feast?

Odin's expression was grim. His single, solemn eye swept over the spatial cracks in every orange magical formation. They covered nearly all the sky where Ancient One had fought him, every stretch of sky they had