"Loki, stop."
A three-meter-tall figure hovered high above the Asgard Godking Star.
Everyone in the Norse God Star System, regardless of race, God Position, or location, could see him clearly.
The figure was obviously so small—only somewhat taller than an ordinary person and nowhere near as large as a giant—yet in everyone's eyes, the enormous Asgard Godking Star was only as big as his fist.
The entire Norse God Star System seemed to have turned into silver vortex fragments swirling around him, yet even all of it together was smaller than him alone.
In everyone's eyes, apart from Odin and the stellar vortex, everything else had melted into the pitch-black starry sky, invisible and inaudible.
Where the Godking stood, all living beings became formless.
The gods who were seeing the Godking's true form for the first time were horrified and instinctively looked around.
Yet no matter where they looked, Odin always hovered directly before them.
Apart from Odin, there was nothing—not the Twilight Battlefield, not the array of gods, not the Main Gods' divine stars, not heaven, earth, or all living things.
Odin seemed to be the only life in this world.
At that moment, an indescribable feeling rose in the hearts of the gods.
Before Odin, they were not merely humble. They no longer existed.
Some gods could not suppress their fear. They slowly lowered their heads, standing there like wooden chickens.
Not only had the other gods disappeared—even their own bodies were gone.
They could no longer see any part of their bodies. They even began to vaguely doubt their own existence.
Could it be that, apart from Odin, everything about themselves in this entire world was false?
Odin seemed to have become the only existence in the pure-black void.
They themselves and everything else did not exist.