Loki sat upright in the distance.
Hades was in high spirits, and the Aesir were locked in fierce battle with the monsters of the underworld. No one noticed a raven fly out from Odin's half-severed body and flee into the distance.
Loki saw it, but he did not speak up to warn anyone.
At the same time, he also saw Thor crush the chest of the sun god Surt beneath one foot, then pick up a skull from the ashes of the fire giant Surtur and place it on his head. A flash of flame flickered through his eyes. He let out a long breath, turned back, and smashed the skull of the great serpent Jörmungandr with one blow of his hammer. Another bolt of lightning roasted the giant wolf Fenrir half-cooked.
The battle did not go as smoothly as Hades had expected. Thor suddenly displayed combat power far beyond all predictions. Not only did he kill the two strongest monsters of the underworld in a few moves, he also forced Hela back again and again with only a handful of strikes, leaving Hades staring in shock.
While he was still reeling in doubt and alarm, Thor had already lifted an aged head from the collapsed palace of Valhalla. "Mimir. My eye."
A pleading look appeared on the sorrowful face of Mimir the wise giant, but in the end, he helplessly opened his mouth. Inside it was a crystal-clear, deep-blue eyeball.
Thor took the eyeball, ignored Mimir's pleas for mercy, and crushed his head underfoot. Then he went to the side of the giant wolf Fenrir, tore open its huge jaws, reached inside, pulled out Odin's intact head, and ripped off the eyepatch over his right eye.
Beneath Odin's eyepatch was not an empty socket. There, too, rested a radiant