At the same time—
"Uh!"
"What is this?"
"Why did Odin's two eyes disappear after he threw the spear?"
Everyone, gods and mortals alike, was stunned. Brunhilde, naturally, was equally bewildered.
No one could understand what Odin's action had meant. After the spear he had thrown returned to his hand, each of his other two heads had lost an eye—one the right eye, the other the left.
It was not that some force had damaged his eyes. They had simply vanished into thin air.
Blood now seeped from the hollow sockets where the eyeballs had suddenly disappeared, making his appearance all the more horrifying.
At the same time, the space damaged by Gungnir had already stabilized, so Quirinus's attack came sweeping in—a Spear of Light that nearly twisted space itself.
But—
"Did it miss?"
"Or did Odin dodge it?"
"Or is space still distorted, causing the Spear of Light to veer off?"
The Spear of Light had missed as though by mistake, as if it had never been aimed properly.
Yet in the eyes of the highest-ranking gods, it had clearly suffered no interference. From the instant Quirinus fired it, it was as if it had already deviated from its course.
Quirinus fired again, and the result was—
"They all missed?"
"It's like he's lost his aim."
"Odin hasn't even moved. What's going on?"
One after another, they stared in shock. It was as if Quirinus had gone blind and was firing wildly.
"It is fate."
"Fate? What do you mean, Lord Mimir?"
Brunhilde asked the God of Wisdom. He knew what was happening.
"Have you forgotten Gungnir's other name?"
"The Spear of Destiny?"
Brunhilde murmured, then widened her eyes as though she had understood something.
Fate. Did this spear possess the conceptual power of fate?
So the spear had