Crackle!
The Gungnir streaking across the night sky was like lightning flashing across the heavens, leaving a thunderbolt as brilliant and thick as a pillar of water in Asgard's pitch-black sky.
"You... how dare you!"
Loki was terrified. His dark green eyes were filled with fear and shock. He had never imagined that Jino would truly strike at Asgard's strongest man—and unleash such a massive attack from the very start.
He could only watch helplessly as the Gungnir, radiating unmatched power, descended upon the palace like lightning.
Loki could not imagine what kind of upheaval would sweep through Asgard if Odin truly died.
That damned Jino was like an unknown variable beyond all variables, smashing and tearing apart everything Loki had planned.
If he had to use one word to describe how Loki felt right now, it would be regret.
If he could return to the past, he would never have chosen the disastrous decision of invading Midgard. But it was too late now.
"No!"
With his eyes nearly splitting apart, he roared. His father was sleeping inside the coffin at that very moment—the so-called Odin Sleep. Unable to suppress the ever-growing divine power within his body, Odin could only use sleep to contain it.
But events did not bend to human will.
The lightning-like Gungnir still surged forward with unstoppable force, smashing through the walls, piercing the heavy iron doors, and tearing into the depths of the dark palace with overwhelming momentum.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out through the silent palace. Even the stone tiles beneath their feet began to shake and tremble.
"It's over. It's all over!"
Loki's face was ashen. He felt like a clown. Not only had he lost his brother, but he had also lost his father. Even Asgard, where he had