The eleventh and twelfth rounds of Ragnarok ended, without exception, in two more consecutive victories for humanity.
The gods left the battlefield in silence, leaving only humanity's cheers once again. Yet those cheers no longer seemed as frenzied as before.
Of course!
This had become an expected outcome. There was nothing particularly exciting about it anymore. Still, even if it was expected, everyone was happy to win.
Surpassing the gods in Ragnarok was something to be proud of. Why were large-scale sporting events like the Olympics and Paralympics held every session, even when countries around the world would rather endure enormous losses to host them?
After all, only the earliest few Olympic Games had turned a profit. Every Olympics afterward had been held at a loss.
And the reason they were still held despite those massive losses was to promote the Olympic spirit.
To show the gods humanity's unyielding spirit and limits that surpassed even divinity.
In Ragnarok, humanity directly dueled with the gods and even defeated them. Wasn't that even more worthy of the world's pride?
"It's over!"
"Seele, let's go!"
When Heimdall announced the result, Bronya held out her hand to Seele, ready to take her away.
Though Milkshake was somewhat reluctant to accept it, she continued playing White Seele and obediently took Bronya's little hand. The two left together like close sisters.
Heavenly Realm, Council of Gods.
After the eleventh and twelfth rounds of Ragnarok ended, the gods convened once again—perhaps for their final council.
"Indra and Beelzebub lost again. Ragnarok has only one final match left. What are your thoughts?"
Odin, king of the Norse Pantheon, still occupied the seat of honor. He had always been a powerful god king second only to Zeus, father of the gods. He was also the longest-reigning ruler