Odin stood on the corridor in front of Asgard's Royal Palace, looking down at the distant Bifrost, where seven-colored light had erupted twice...
Although the towering Odin wore nothing but ordinary clothes, he showed no sign of age.
His thick silver hair and gleaming single eye made him look like a vigorous old lion watching over his territory.
"Why not talk to Alvin? Facing the Kree fleet, Asgard won't have an easy time..."
The Ancient One stepped out of thin air in her bright yellow Mage robes. Looking serenely at Odin's back, she spoke with a soft laugh.
Odin turned to look at the Ancient One, who seemed to have grown a little younger. His gaze lingered for a few seconds on the faint black mark on her forehead. Then, instead of answering her question directly, he said with a touch of wistfulness, "What about you? Wasn't your choice a little too rash?
"You connected yourself to Dormammu, intending to use your identity as an Earthling to restrain and control him. Isn't there a risk he'll turn on you?
"Once you connect yourself to Dormammu, one foot steps into the river of Fate. You'll no longer be free..."
The Ancient One strolled over to Odin and leaned casually against the corridor railing, gazing around at her leisure. "When have I ever truly been free?
"It's been over a thousand years. I'm tired of it...
"Dormammu is Kamar-Taj's greatest enemy, and a calamity for the Nine Realms. If I don't make a choice, the outcome might be even worse."
As she spoke, the Ancient One looked toward Asgard's Bifrost and said with a smile, "Earth has a new trump card now. Why shouldn't I give it a try?
"Actually, it feels pretty good. Dormammu is fairly easy to deal with...
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