Odin's voice echoed endlessly through the chaos, but no answer came. The Warp remained peaceful, with no response at all—chaotic, disorderly, infinite, as if nothing existed there.
It was just like a pure, newborn dimension that no one had yet controlled or taken hold of.
Soon, Odin realized this too.
"Could this be a newly born dimension, one that has no master yet?"
Odin fell into deep thought. Even his voice trembled a little. If—if this really was a newborn dimension that no one had occupied or controlled, then it would be a huge surprise for him, a tremendous opportunity.
He was old. The divine power within him had grown ever more immense, but his body could no longer bear it. He had to enter a deep sleep for a time to ease the strain. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have to abdicate before long.
But what if he became a Dimensional Lord?
He would gain even greater power and an almost eternal lifespan. He could continue to protect Asgard and provide it with a safer, more stable source of magic. Of course, most importantly, this dimension already enveloped all of Asgard. If he did nothing, someone might take control of it—and then they could attack Asgard.
"In that case, why not let me become the lord of this dimension?"
Odin thought. The next moment, following his sense of the Warp, he cautiously connected to it, wanting to test the dimension's nature. As the king of the gods of Asgard, he had defeated and driven off all the other pantheons in the region many years ago. He would make only a slight connection, and if he noticed anything amiss, he would sever it immediately.
The next moment, a special, powerful force surged into his body. The sound of bones