When Odin stormed into Loki's Moving Temple, more than a month had already passed.
Odin was covered in blood, barely remaining upright with the help of the giant wolf at his feet.
Loki sneered. "Old man, you're getting old. You can't even stand steadily anymore."
Odin looked at Loki with complicated emotions in his eyes. "Thor still failed. He couldn't stop you."
"Retreat. I've always taught you that only power under your control is truly your own."
"Right now, the only thing strong about you is your authority, not yourself. You can't defeat that one."
This was perfectly demonstrated by Odin himself.
Odin had once possessed many authorities—prophecy, power, wisdom, war... He had abandoned most of them, retaining only wisdom and magic.
In the end, he achieved Law Domain Perfection through magic.
By now, even the authority of magic was no longer important to Odin.
Without authority, Odin was still eternal.
Not to mention that no one could kill Odin and take his authority from him.
But that look in Odin's eyes directly set Loki off.
It had been like this back then, and it was still like this now.
Loki roared, "Enough! I've listened to your lies for who knows how many years, just like when you deceived me back then!"
Odin, who had looked like the War God not long ago, now seemed as though something had bent his back.
He did not know how Loki had reached this point.
Perhaps most of the reason lay with him.
Back then, he had been too young and had trusted so-called foresight too much.
Perhaps this was fate's retaliation against him.
Loki snapped his fingers.
The Divine Armaments that the System Hosts had once used to pierce his body appeared.
Just as they had effortlessly broken through his body's defenses