At the top of Stark Tower, the battlefield had become an inferno of energy.
The battle between Lion, the Lion King, and Odin, the All-Father, was nearing its end.
Lion's figure flickered like a phantom. The Hunt Path granted him the law of guaranteed hits, while his soul essence bestowed upon him a teleportation ability that nearly ignored all forms of confinement.
Every swing of the energy sword in his hand forced Odin to meet it with even greater divine power or forcibly block it with the Destroyer Armor.
"Boom—!"
The explosive roar of colliding energies rang without end.
Had Odin not been clad in that suit of Destroyer Armor, forged with Asgard's finest craftsmanship and blessed by the gods, he would have long since suffered grievous injuries beneath Lion's strange and precise attacks.
Odin's counterattacks were equally terrifying. Whenever Gungnir, the Spear of Eternity, moved, it summoned the might of heaven and earth, yet Lion always teleported away just before it struck, making it difficult to inflict any real damage.
Nearby, Frigga watched in mounting panic. Brilliant protective magical radiance had already gathered in her palms, and she intended to intervene.
"Frigga! Do not!" Odin sternly stopped her with divine will.
He knew that if the queen made a move, the situation would spiral completely out of control.
Not only would it enrage the other side, but it might also draw the attention of those blue-armored warriors nearby.
As he struggled to hold on, he was doing so not only to protect his family, but also to demonstrate Asgard's value and secure a chance for negotiation, rather than drag the entire divine realm into the abyss of war.
Frigga bit down on her lower lip and finally dispersed the magic in her hands, but the worry in her eyes