Algrim's arrogant voice rang out, a mocking smile curling his lips.
"Hmph!"
Heimdall snorted coldly. "You were beaten once already, yet you dare invade Asgard again? Today, I'll make sure none of you leave."
Unwilling to waste any more words, Heimdall drew the sword at his waist and slashed at him.
Empowered by his divine power, the strike carried enough force to cleave a mountain.
Whoosh!
A piercing rush rang out as the air was torn apart.
Algrim's pupils contracted. A dark aura spread from his body as he drew a pitch-black saber from his waist.
Clang!
Metal rang against metal as saber and sword collided in midair, both blades quivering.
Both men pushed their speed to the limit, their figures weaving past each other and leaving trails of afterimages throughout the Reception Hall.
Waves of divine power shook their surroundings. Had the Reception Hall not been protected by a God Clan Formation, the shock waves of their battle would have destroyed it long ago.
As time passed, however, Algrim gradually began to falter, allowing Heimdall to gain the upper hand.
To slow the depletion of his lifespan, he had spent nearly five thousand years asleep. His strength had not returned to its peak and had even declined somewhat.
Heimdall, by contrast, had guarded the Bifrost all this time, steadily growing stronger. Naturally, Algrim was no match for him.
Now that he was being suppressed, Algrim's face filled with fury.
Although he had come prepared to lose and be captured, he had expected that it would take at least one of the Asgardians' major gods to stop him.
Yet now Heimdall, a mere gatekeeper, had stopped him in his tracks. It was humiliating.
But resentment could not bridge the gap in their strength. No matter how unwilling he was to