Breaking the Monster Wolf's Legs

The two surviving godly clans would remember this sight for the rest of their lives.

Reflected in the eyes of the two clans' gods was a slanting golden thread. It had come from beyond the heavens, shining brightly as it hung alone in the void. At last, it plunged down and vanished among the peaks of Vanaheim's mountains.

After a few brief seconds of silence, the vast plane split right down the middle. Its dimensional barrier shattered as easily as a soap bubble. Mountains weighing millions of tons broke apart with a thunderous crash, scattering everywhere like a pile of blocks kicked over by a child. Countless fragments even splashed against the World Tree's branches.

Once the entire continent of Vanaheim had broken apart, something hideous was revealed at the very center of the plane: a mass that looked like twisted flesh mixed with a great deal of unrefined metal ore.

Biological tissue and irregular chunks of metal were intertwined.

No matter how unwilling Njörðr was to admit it, he had to accept the truth: his homeland had become a Chaos monster. He let out a deep sigh. "God King Lein Tesla is terrifying. He actually has the power to see through the dimensional barrier and tens of thousands of meters of earth, sensing the World-class Chaos God larva that had already been gestating inside!?"

Whether human or god, when faced with a more powerful being they couldn't understand, they instinctively imagined that being to be vastly more formidable than it was.

His words happened to reach Athena, who was monitoring the "temporary refuge plane" through an owl spirit.

Athena's mouth twitched. Could it be that Lein never planned to spare your home in the first place?

Of course, the Outer Gods didn't see it that way.

The World-class Chaos