At the center of the Convergence, the Quark Armor stood like a demon god, its dark-red, merciless eyes glowing as it looked down upon the Nine Realms. Odin was held by the back of his neck beneath its massive metal hand, like a dead dog.
The beings of the Nine Realms underwent a dramatic change in expression. Their disbelieving eyes stared in shock at He-El, standing at the center of the Convergence.
An immense uproar swept through the beings of the Nine Realms, their hearts violently shaken.
"It's him! This Midgard... Earthling... won?" One being of the Nine Realms stared blankly for a long while. Only after seeing Odin continually held by the back of the neck in that demon-like Quark Armor's grip did they speak in astonishment.
"Odin... He has no reaction even while being held by the neck in such humiliation. This sight... truly makes me want to laugh with delight... Hahahahahaha! Damn Odin, damn King of the Gods! Someone finally defeated you and dragged you down from your proud throne of the gods! Hahahaha!"
Some beings of the Nine Realms had merely treated this as a spectacle. They had assumed that the result would be Odin, King of the Gods, winning as he always had, continuing Asgard's long-standing rule.
Being able to face Odin and battle him fiercely already made someone far more powerful than the beings of the Nine Realms. How could they dare hope for someone to defeat Odin?
Yet as they watched, they gradually realized something was wrong. Vanaheim had been directly destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle between the two. In the dwarven lands of Vanaheim, the entire planet had been gouged with a crescent-shaped gap. The battle between one man and one god had truly been world-ending.
By the time the