War Before Declaration

The giant wolf emerged from the darkness beside the throne. It recognized this man's scent.

The mortal who had pretended to be food, who had pretended to be Odin.

It bared its teeth and let out a threatening growl, but it did not pounce. Instead, its hind legs trembled faintly.

Not everyone had the courage to face a battle doomed to end in failure, much less a wolf.

It could bite off Tyr's hand, but it could not bite through clay-like Symbiotes or Deathstroke's indestructible bones. Its weapons—fangs and Talon—posed no threat to its enemies.

It had originally existed to deal with the Asgardian gods. Its fur, saliva, and even its freezing breath could restrain the divine race.

But against humans, none of that was useful.

Su Ming shook Godslayer in his hand, transforming it into a long-handled warhammer as he slowly approached the giant wolf.

"Hamill, prepare hypnosis magic. Ciri, go to Earth and get some sleeping pills."

The giant wolf was a furry apocalypse, the apocalypse of Asgard. Yet whether it was Su Ming, who wanted to preserve Ragnarök, or Loki, who wanted to stop Ragnarök, neither could kill it.

Su Ming still needed this big dog to usher in Fimbulwinter and begin the prelude to the fall of the gods. Capturing it alive would not be too difficult.

As for Loki, killing it would accomplish nothing. If the giant wolf died, those pushing Ragnarök forward would simply come up with a giant cat, a giant dog, or even a giant man. They might even alter the prophecy itself.

Winter of Winds, Winter of Swords, Fimbulwinter—the prophecy said so.

But if it became Winter of Waters, Winter of Spears, and Winter of Bears, would anything really change? No. Ragnarök would still happen.

Fimbulwinter was merely an omen, giving