"We can't let them join up!" A chill ran through Odin's heart. His face darkened as he raised his right hand and hurriedly activated the Space Stone clenched within it.
Odin knew Vivian and He-El could not be allowed to reunite now. His precognitive senses told him that if the Reality Stone merged with He-El, consequences beyond his ability to handle might arise.
As the Lord of the Nine Realms, the King of Asgard, and the King of the Gods, even when he had carved through thorns to conquer the Nine Realms and walked the bloody path to become King of the Gods, he had never felt such terror. This was the first time he had felt so frightened and uneasy.
Odin clenched the hand holding the Space Stone into a fist. Golden power of the King of Gods surged into the Space Stone. Previously, he had merely opened the Space Stone's spatial passage to reach Malekith. Now, he was truly wielding it.
Odin gritted his teeth, his dignified face strained as he endured the backlash from using the Space Stone. He pulled his clenched fist toward Vivian, who had transformed into a liquid-gas form and was flying toward He-El. Instantly, Vanaheim's earth and sky—everything—became like frozen frames, each second severed by space.
Vivian's liquid-gas form seemed to be divided into pixels by space, endlessly moving through boundless dimensions, forever unable to reach He-El's side.
"Aggregate!" Vivian's expression darkened. She halted her flight for the moment, controlling her body and the Reality Stone to restore herself to a humanoid metallic state, using the Reality Stone to stabilize her body.
Through the Reality Stone, she had already seen the changes in the foundational spatial strings. She anticipated that Odin's next attack would use space to separate every atom in her body,