Death's Natural Henchman

At the northern tip of the Jutland Peninsula, somewhere near the coastline, Xiang Qian stood on the beach and gazed northward, his eyes seeming to pierce through the endless sea and sky to the Scandinavian Peninsula.

Even at its narrowest, the Skagerrak Strait spanned over a hundred kilometers. It was impossible to see the northern shore with the naked eye alone. What Xiang Qian saw was the violently turbulent spatial fluctuation in the distance.

Chaotic streams of magic churned together in midair, colliding and grinding against one another from time to time. Scattered fragments of magic streaked across the sky like meteors, leaving behind a magnificent sight rivaling the aurora.

Ordinary people could not see magic. What they saw were roiling storm clouds filling the sky, howling gales that lashed at their skin and assaulted their eardrums, and towering waves surging across the sea.

The magical chaos caused by the spatial disturbance had already directly affected the weather. The disturbance had even interfered with Xiang Qian's portal. Kamar-Taj's most gifted mage had let his guard down for a moment and made an exceedingly rare mistake, opening the portal more than a hundred kilometers away from his intended destination.

"Just how much did Death feed you? She really spared no expense." Xiang Qian grumbled unhappily as he began recalibrating the portal's location.

A distance of just over a hundred kilometers was more taxing than crossing from Earth to Jupiter's orbit had ever been.

Stepping out of the portal, Xiang Qian immediately saw the person he had expected.

Having shed the crown of the Allfather and changed into a suit, old Odin sat at the edge of a cliff. A dozen or so steps before him, a mass of ominous pitch-black fog churned in midair, with the sounds of wind and thunder