Prince of Asgard

"How do you feel about him?" Odin asked as he walked with her toward their bedchamber.

"My eyes couldn't see much, so he must be extremely skilled in Anti-Divination and Clairvoyance," Frigga said. She had been raised by witches, so she had learned to see things others could not.

"What did you see?"

"He's like a walking Demon God."

"What do you mean?"

"His body contains its own dimension and is filled with energy. So fighting him is like facing a Demon God, or even worse, because he isn't bound by any restrictions."

"Did you sense how powerful he was?"

"No. He's exceptionally good at concealing his energy," Frigga replied. "However, instinctively, he reminded me of a lower-ranked Demon God."

Odin frowned. During his prime, he hadn't cared in the slightest about lower-ranked Demon Gods. He had killed many such creatures and had even caused the occupants of those Demon God seats to change several times. However, he was now old and frail, with little time left. More importantly, he had lost the fighting spirit he once possessed.

"It's not like the past anymore. You don't need to regard everyone as a threat," Frigga comforted him, holding his arm. "I'm just worried about Thor," Odin sighed. "I don't have much time left, and he's still far from being ready." As he said this, he looked into the distance. One of his ravens had transmitted a scene to him.

"So, you're a mage from Midgard?" Thor asked, his face slightly flushed from drinking too much.

"That's right," Ian replied, looking at his drink. He placed his hand above the cup, and a ball of green liquid flew out from it before dissipating. Then he transmitted directly into Loki's mind, "Stop doing such stupid things."

The God of Mischief had used Genjutsu