Elsewhere.
The trio returned to Earth.
The moment the portal closed, the curious sorcerers immediately gathered around them.
Leon had yet to begin explaining.
When Mordo clutched his head and cried out in shock.
"By the Vishanti! Leon, I never thought you'd be this strong. You actually gained the upper hand in a clash with Odin!"
He was astonished at first, then utterly devastated.
"But wasn't the agreement you made with Odin far too impulsive?!"
"Asgard is full of gods. Their bodies are powerful, and they know magic too. Fighting on their home turf, it'll be hard for us sorcerers to see any chance of victory!"
Mordo was always this serious. Even though he was still shaken and his back was drenched in cold sweat, he was already thinking about the battle four months from now.
It was clear that he truly wanted to win.
"You think we can't win?" Leon turned his head and asked.
"It'll be difficult!" Mordo nodded.
Leon raised his right fist and formed an energy whip with his left hand. "This, plus this—do you think we can win?"
"This... We can, but that would be you winning, and you won't be competing." Mordo hesitated.
"You mean the other sorcerers can't win?"
"Right! It'll be hard for us to defeat those gods!"
Leon nodded. "I say we can't win either."
"Then why did you make that agreement? The contract's already been formed. If we go there, won't we be destined to make fools of ourselves?" Mordo was frantic.
The other sorcerers were completely confused and stepped forward to ask what had happened.
Mordo's tightly wound nerves had just relaxed, and he could not keep his mouth shut. He immediately began gesturing wildly as he explained things to the sorcerers.
A few minutes later.
The sorcerers understood