A few minutes later, Su Ming left Sif's home with Daisy and headed toward the magnificent, resplendent tower of the Golden Palace. He intended to inspect the scene of Odin's Slumber himself, then have a talk with Frigga.
"If it really was a kidnapping, I think the problem still lies with that group of traders Heimdall brought back. Of course, that's only one possibility."
As they flew, he chatted casually with Daisy and shared his thoughts.
"But by your account, Odin should be very powerful, right?" Daisy was dragged through the air by the hammer, her red cape flapping behind her. "How could those people have taken Odin from the Golden Palace?"
"He really was powerful when he was young—decisive in killing, ruthless and merciless. With the rune energy of Yggdrasil, he could reach the Multiversal Level." Su Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth, producing something that barely qualified as a smile. "But after he was injured fighting the Celestials, his body declined year after year. I don't know how far his strength has fallen, but I imagine he only has one chance left for a final fight."
"A final fight?" Daisy scratched her cheek.
Deathstroke landed before the Golden Palace gates. The guards who had originally intended to surround him recognized him and retreated to their posts. As though returning to his own home, he led Thor into the corridor.
The corridor's vaulted ceiling stood dozens of meters high. Everything in sight was gold, and the polished floor could even reflect their faces. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Small tables along both sides of the corridor held wine and fruit, even roast meat and bread, all available at any time. Beyond the corridor lay the grand Throne Room. Perhaps only the Emperor's Throne