After returning to Elf City, Odin ignored everything else and went straight home. He was now sitting on the living room sofa, turning the crystal core over and over in his hand.
The crystal core was palm-sized and irregularly shaped, with a golden surface. Light could be seen flowing inside it.
The light was bright yet gentle, not at all harsh on the eyes.
Ponzu sat beside him, staring at the crystal core. "Is this a Godhead?"
"It should be," Odin said.
"What does it do?"
"I don't know yet." Odin held the crystal core up to the light. "I'll have to study it."
"But we can't just use it directly. If you have what it takes to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, there's no need to use something like this," he said, looking at Ponzu.
Ponzu had no objections and nodded. "True."
While Odin was studying the crystal core, quite a few people were gathered in the Hunter Association's meeting hall, discussing matters.
Netero sat on one side of the long table, having already changed into clean clothes.
He took a sip from his teacup and chuckled. "Ho ho. Even the God of Light is dead. It looks like we'll have our hands full now."
Ging leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, unconcerned. If he hadn't been curious about the crystal core in Odin's hand, he would have already set off on an adventure.
Kurapika held a notebook in his hand. He turned a page and said, "Setting aside the God of Light's death for now, the Pope is severely injured. Of the three Archbishops, two have minor injuries and one is severely injured. Fewer than two hundred cavalrymen remain, and most of them are wounded."
"We need to deal with these people properly."
"What did