The war was over.
The Asgardian warriors present could not help but cheer.
"We... won!"
Loki raised the Eternal Spear Gungnir high and shouted across the battlefield. All the Asgardian warriors shouted along with him.
"Long live Asgard!"
"For Asgard's glory!"
"Asgard's glory shall not be challenged!"
"..."
"Heimdall."
After smiling and waiting for everyone's cheers to die down, Loki called Heimdall's name toward the sky.
Dazzling rainbow light pierced through the clouds and shone upon the Asgardian warriors. Moments later, everyone vanished from the battlefield, leaving only Thor and Loki behind.
Beyond the battlefield, with Laufey's death, the projection in the sky dispersed in an instant.
They were still immersed in that dazzling light.
The anxiety and complicated emotions in Sif and the others' hearts were plain to see. They desperately wanted to go to the battlefield and witness the real scene.
But when the familiar beam of light appeared in the sky, they still let out a slight sigh of relief.
The light of the Bifrost represented Heimdall's watchful gaze, and it also represented everyone's return.
The war was over.
But was it truly over?
That ghostly green flame, the power of Helheim.
Was it truly over?
Everyone could not help but feel worried.
Thor, who had been fighting in the war, did not share Sif and the others' thoughts, nor did he care about Helheim.
Right now, he merely looked at Loki with complicated emotions, at this younger brother who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Loki."
He fell silent. In the end, he still called that name.
"You handled a king's responsibilities very well."
"It was only natural."
Loki accepted Thor's praise without the slightest embarrassment.
"I have always believed I was the most suitable candidate for king. It was only that Father's eyes had never been