The Queen of Heaven had fallen.
Malekith had fled.
Surtur had fled.
Laufey had been defeated.
The Dark Alliance Army had nearly been wiped out.
Fernandez, the military governor and a high-ranking angel of the Heavenly Realm, represented the surviving angels in admitting defeat.
In Odin's eyes, this was an undeniably earth-shaking victory! There had been no prolonged war of attrition, nor any back-and-forth depletion of military supplies.
Odin had originally thought Luke would take this opportunity to ruthlessly fleece Asgard. Yet he had not expected Luke to help end the war first. Odin's perception of Luke shifted once more.
At the very least, he was an exceptionally trustworthy ally.
Without making his allies worry about anything else, Luke could always deliver exactly the kind of help they needed. At that moment, Odin finally understood the joy Nick Fury had once felt.
Not only had this war made Asgard's rule more secure, but the casualties had also been borne by the Dark Alliance Army, the prisoners, and Luke's Biological Weapons. Even if there had been a few twists and turns along the way, who could complain about it? Right?
As he departed, Odin regretfully cast one last glance at Nidavellir, now reduced to ruins and mutated to the point of developing consciousness. This land that had once belonged to the dwarves could undoubtedly be declared obsolete. If the dwarves wanted to return to their homeland, they probably could not. Unless they were willing to become deranged lunatics and be contaminated and assimilated.
Due to Nidavellir's mutation, Yggdrasil's energy cycle had changed once again. As the king of the Asgardian Realm and the nominal ruler of the Nine Realms, Odin could keenly sense the further decline of the energy tides and the increasing fragility of the Nine Realms.
This was perhaps