Vanaheim.
Hela's threat had not faded.
"Asgard has been destroyed."
God King Freyr held a scepter that symbolized authority and power.
The gods gathered in Vana's Palace.
Besides the Vanir, there were elves from Alfheim and the Noble Black from Niflheim.
Among the envoys from Niflheim, a boy with gray-white hair stood out.
"Is he the Ancient Dragon Worshipper?"
Odyssey looked at the boy and said calmly, "The brave soul who waded through the poisonous glacier and walked alongside Ymir."
Those whose names were remembered in the wars of gods often commanded newfound respect.
Tos, the Ancient Dragon Worshipper.
That was the boy's name.
In Niflheim, he was someone who possessed the mighty power of the Ancient Ice Dragon.
He had become famous for his journey to Hvergelmir's spring, a journey from which return should have been impossible.
When Niflheim uncovered the Goddess's plot, Tos became one of the Pale Children, transcending his social class.
His powerful ancient dragon power made him a warrior of Niflheim.
"A death curse has spread through Niflheim. The dead turn into living dead," said Elven Sage Nason, who was also among the ranks, speaking to the elves. "If not for the turmoil spreading through the universe, those nobles would never have left their fiefs so readily."
A young elf asked in confusion, "Can they really be of any use on a battlefield of gods?"
"Do not underestimate these short-lived beings," Nason said solemnly. "Their potential is limitless."
Elves Queen Freya stood beside God King Freyr.
They were brother and sister, and their matching golden hair gave them an air of incomparable nobility.
This was an allied army formed from three realms.
God King Freyr was in high spirits. He had not known such glory in thousands of years.
At his command, Vanaheim's allied army