Asgard.
The Bifrost's light scattered into tiny flecks across the domes of Asgard's golden palace.
Heimdall stood at the edge of the observation platform spanning the sea of stars. His eyes, which could pierce every veil across the Nine Realms, were fixed on a figure suspended above Earth, wrapped in black matter.
His brow slowly tightened. His fingers gripped the Guardian Sword harder, his knuckles briefly turning white.
"Your Majesty."
Heimdall's low, clear voice echoed through the vast observation hall.
"Thor is in trouble. He's fighting Knull, the God of Symbiotes, above Earth. Knull's Psychic Power has trapped him deep within his own mind, and Symbiote matter has enveloped his body. He can't break free on his own."
Deep within the palace at the end of the Bifrost, All-Father Odin sat on a Throne carved from meteoric iron and branches of the World Tree.
His single eye narrowed slightly. Once bathed in the waters of the Well of Wisdom, that eye could see every corner of the Nine Realms. Now it turned toward Earth.
His gaze pierced the vast reaches of space, passed through the clouds and the dark Symbiote matter enveloping Thor, and reached the mental battlefield deep inside, where Thor's memories were being rewritten.
He saw Thor struggling amid the altered fragments of his memories. He saw the memories Knull had planted replacing what Thor had once known.
Odin's expression barely changed, but his fingers closed around the Throne's armrest. The golden patterns across it flared for an instant, then went dark.
He did not speak at once. Since his last campaign, his divine power had grown increasingly difficult to control. Only sleep could ease the strain.
If he forced his way into the battle on Earth now, he might not be able to overpower Knull. Worse, he