Asgard.
The lights in Odin's bedchamber were dim.
Odin's face was imposing, his hair and beard white. Dressed in golden silk sleeping robes, he lay upon the bed where he often fell into slumber. Even in old age, his broad frame carried a mountain-like pressure.
The door to the bedchamber was carefully pushed open. Thor, travel-worn and reeking of blood, entered in black armor and a crimson cape, his golden hair slightly disheveled. Holding Mjolnir, he had rushed over to see his father immediately after suppressing a disturbance somewhere in the Nine Realms.
"Mother, what happened to Father?" A trace of concern flashed across Thor's resolute, battle-weathered face.
By all rights, his father should have completed his previous slumber and finished regulating his power. Why did he need to sleep again now?
The divine power and age of powerful Asgardians were directly proportional—the older they became, the stronger they grew. Once their divine power reached a certain level, they needed sleep to regulate the power within their bodies. Odin's Odinforce was too powerful, so he had to use Odin's Sleep at regular intervals to regulate his own strength.
Yet during Thor's time on Earth not long ago, Odin had only just completed Odin's Sleep and regulated his power. There was no need for him to enter Odin's Sleep again.
That was why Thor found his father's renewed Odin's Sleep so strange.
"Thor, keep your voice down. Don't disturb your father's rest." Frigga looked worriedly at Odin from the side and reminded Thor to speak quietly.
Even as the person closest to Odin, she did not know what exactly had happened to him.
She merely had an ominous premonition, one that made Frigga deeply worried about Odin's health.
Ever since Odin had entered his divine mind realm that day and the