The instant Lake disappeared from where he stood, countless sharp blades hidden in the darkness shot out all at once with a series of whooshes, embedding themselves with a clinking chorus in the spot where Lake had just been.
But...
Even the Gungnir, which was guaranteed to hit once thrown, had been unable to pierce Lake. What could a barrage of blades like a rain of arrows possibly accomplish?
It came back to the same point.
No matter how great the quantity was, it was useless before overwhelming quality.
Boom!
Heaven Nebula.
Lake had left in a hurry and returned in just as much of a hurry. By the time he came back, Keisha, Liang Bing, and He Xi had just finished assigning the tasks and walked out of the main hall. They immediately saw that Lake had already returned.
"That fast?"
"What did Malekith say?"
"He demanded more?"
"..."
With his hands behind his back, Lake turned to look at He Xi, who had spoken last, and nodded. "I understand now why Odin locked Malekith in Heaven's prison instead of imprisoning him in one of his own."
With just one sentence.
Lake was speechless.
At first, Lake had thought Malekith was a qualified king. He was merely an unfortunate king who had run into Odin at the wrong time and, through terrible luck, ended up as a king whose kingdom had fallen.
But now?
Lake realized that he had been wrong—and spectacularly wrong.
Hidden beneath Malekith's kingly bearing was a fool who was even more useless than a pretty face with no substance.
Had I chosen Malekith because I was desperately seeking a solution in a crisis, or because I had gotten carried away?
Lake rapidly reviewed the mindset behind his decision to choose Malekith back then, summarizing the