Odin froze for a moment.
During Odin's Sleep, he had seen everything on Earth and knew what Wi-Fi was.
But he had not known that The Ancient One had suffered so miserably.
"You hung her corpse in the academy and turned her into an undead?"
Odin was astonished. He studied Leon as though he were meeting him for the first time.
Leon had not expected Odin's imagination to be so wild.
He immediately denied it. "No, it's her portrait. It's a kind of magic."
"A portrait? That really is... quite the magic." Odin was somewhat speechless.
He did not dwell on The Ancient One any longer and turned to look at the sea again.
In the darkness, waves rose and fell like an unseen danger rushing toward them.
After a brief silence, Odin spoke to Leon again.
"Although it is somewhat late, Lord Leon, I would like to ask you... to beg you, to give Thor some help when Asgard is in danger."
Odin had once been the God King whose might dominated the universe.
His army had been as unstoppable as gods descending upon the world.
Wearing the Destroyer armor, he had been invincible; wielding Gungnir, he could sweep across the universe.
But before his death.
Like so many old fathers, he could not stop worrying about his children.
Leon did not make a promise. He merely looked at the torch in his hand and said, "Odin, I don't attend just anyone's funeral."
Odin froze, then suddenly laughed. "For Asgardians, a funeral is not the end. Valhalla will remain open to Kamar-Taj as well."
Within Valhalla, the souls of fallen warriors could achieve another kind of immortality.
For many, that was an unimaginable gift.
But Leon shook his head in refusal. "There's no need for that kind of promise."