Jörmungandr had already been taken away and probably would not be coming back for some time. Angerboda had not stepped in to stop it either, which meant she tacitly accepted the outcome.
After all, her son had eaten so many people, including three of Thor's good friends. By all rights, he should have been "full." Deathstroke had deliberately sent Baldr flying again and again, and had clearly interacted with Starhawk. If she had been observing from the shadows, she should have noticed Deathstroke by now.
The Symbiotes' disguise could not fool an ancient woman of vast experience. She should have easily confirmed Deathstroke's identity and connected him to the Vishanti behind the Sorcerer Supreme.
It seemed that, as the victors of the First God War, Oshtur still carried considerable deterrent power. But even if Angerboda did not come looking for Deathstroke, Deathstroke would go looking for her.
The Warriors Three had not died in vain. Their deaths had given Angerboda all the face she needed. It was a silent deal and compromise.
On the battlefield, only Surtur's fire elemental army, Sin's human army, Laufey's Frost Giants, and The Serpent, who was hiding somewhere unknown, remained.
Perhaps the Dark Elves and the angels of Hevenheim were watching from the shadows as well. But Jörmungandr had just displayed such overwhelming might, and no one had taken the chance to enter the fray. That meant either they truly had not come, or they simply had no intention of getting involved.
The enemy's largest and strongest individual was currently the Black Dragon Níðhöggr. But when the Eagle God descended, that fellow had dug a huge hole and hidden himself underground. Now, only two eyes peeked out from beneath the pile of corpses. He clearly had no intention of fighting.
So, the next target.
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