World Tree Prophecy

Meanwhile, in distant Asgard.

Two figures stood on the shores of the divine realm. Beneath their feet, roaring waterfalls plunged into the endless darkness below—the abyss of the World Tree.

One of them was a burly black man clad in golden armor and a golden helmet. His eyes were gold as well, and those eyes allowed him to see everything in the world.

"Heimdall, what did you see?"

Behind Heimdall stood a white-haired man with a black eyepatch over his right eye. He wore silver armor, and a raven perched on his shoulder.

He was the king of Asgard, guardian of the Nine Realms—the Allfather, Odin.

"He has returned." Heimdall's voice trembled slightly. "The Serpent has awakened..."

Upon hearing the gatekeeper of the divine realm, Odin's expression darkened. His legs gave way, and he nearly fell to the ground, but Heimdall caught him in time.

"My lord Odin." Supporting him, Heimdall said gravely, "I'm afraid your body can no longer hold on."

"I know." Odin nodded. "It is precisely because my power can no longer imprison him that he was able to escape. Thor—where is Thor? Bring him back to me at once!"

Thor Odinson, son of the Allfather Odin and the thunder god of Norse mythology, was one of Earth's Avengers and Asgard's future king.

However, Thor had been rather busy lately. First, there was William's Wallfacer Project. To oppose the man seated upon the throne, the Avengers had all been making active preparations. Thor had traveled across the cosmos in search of clues about Thanos, but that man was elusive as a ghost. Usually, only traces of the Black Order could be found.

Then there was Odin's earlier warning. Whether it was Ragnarok or Fear Itself, neither sounded like anything good. Thor had asked Odin about them