The moment the gods began to shatter, Thor noticed something was wrong.
He pointed at Odin in shock and let out a roar.
"Damn it, Dad, am I dreaming? You're really finished—you're breaking apart!!!"
"Bullshit! What kind of damned dreams have you been having all day?!"
Odin instinctively snapped at him, then hurriedly clenched his increasingly cracked fist.
As he watched the cracks on his fist widen, with black-gray ash drifting out from them,
Odin's face darkened, and he let out a long sigh.
As he sighed, countless cries of alarm rose around him.
"By Odin, I'm going to die!"
"Why is this happening? Why have we become like this?!"
"What happened? I don't want to die like this!"
"I should be destroyed beneath an enemy's battle axe! I absolutely cannot die in such a bizarre and ordinary way!"
For a time, the hot-tempered Norse men raised their axes and slaughtered one another. They would rather die by each other's hands than fade away so quietly as they were now.
And Odin.
Odin naturally did not panic like the others. He waved his hand, and the gods immediately gathered around him.
At the same time, not only the gods, but all the giant beasts surrounded Odin as well.
Looking at every living being around him, Odin's lips trembled for a moment before he spoke.
"I... we... sigh..."
Unable to hold back another sigh, Odin raised his head and gave the giant beasts a strained, bitter smile.
"The grudges of our lives will end here."
"Haha, let them end. This life has been pretty boring anyway," Jörmungandr muttered listlessly.
"That's right, Odin, is it? When fate repeats itself and we appear again, even if we no longer remember one another, we'll fight again then!" Fenrir proudly added.
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