Asgard.
Elsewhere.
The distant crimson mountain of insects collapsed with a thunderous roar. Odin, his divine robes torn to shreds, stood in a pool of blood, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Thor..." Sensing Thor's presence vanish, his expression darkened.
According to his plan, Thor should have used Asgard's origin to break through the "Supreme" barrier by now, while becoming the world's only Supreme Thunder God to completely lose his mind under the Black Goat's corruption.
But now, his plan had been disrupted.
Someone had killed Thor and taken Asgard's origin as well...
"Looks like your scheme won't succeed after all... Odin."
Before him, Verdandi propped herself up with a broken spear and dragged her mangled body from the ground, smiling weakly.
Odin cast her a cold glance, killing intent flashing through his eyes as his figure instantly shattered the void.
Verdandi was already covered in wounds, with barely any strength left. She had no chance of escaping Odin. Pressing her pale lips together, she raised the remaining half of her spear and unsteadily thrust it forward!
Clang—!
Odin clenched one hand into a fist and forcibly shattered the broken spear shaft, along with half of Verdandi's body, which burst into a mist of blood.
His other hand seized Verdandi's fair neck and lifted her from the ground into the air. His fingertips slowly tightened as divine power surged wildly into her body.
"Obstructive little rat..."
Odin spoke grimly. He tightened his grip, and in the next instant, Verdandi's body exploded with a roar, turning into a spray of blood that drifted through the ruins.
He glanced toward the collapsed insect mountain, then instantly vanished from where he stood.
Remains of the Divine Mountain
—Supreme.
It was a word Bragi, the God of Music and Poetry, had never imagined for himself.