Supreme Being

The Pegasus Su Ming called Little Eight looked utterly listless.

When Gin left, he had brought it back to Earth along the way. But before it could breathe much Midgard air, Odin had demanded it back.

It was Odin's only mount. Deathstroke taking it away was neither borrowing nor stealing, so what was it?

But this was a test. Asgard was now like some grand espionage drama, with all manner of real and fake figures appearing. One had to be able to tell the genuine from the false.

The Pegasus had been a prop. Loki's fake Odin had not known the Pegasus was missing, and thus exposed himself.

In the blink of an eye, Odin was before them. He dismounted, his heavy cloak sweeping out an arc behind him as his Golden Armor clanged against the ground.

"Of course, All-Father. He is your son, after all." Su Ming lowered the hammer and took a few steps back.

There was a Norse proverb: "Odin only appears at critical moments." It meant something like China's saying, "Good steel belongs on the blade's edge." In another sense, it also showed that he had been watching all along.

Some people simply had such habits. It counted as a personal preference.

As long as he did not show himself, the situation would always retain variables. For tactical reasons, those variables had to be pinned down and draw him out.

Making a move against Loki had been a good method.

Odin walked toward Loki step by step, his single eye filled with indescribable emotion. He carried no particular imposing presence and looked like an ordinary old man, even his shoulders slightly slumped.

He looked at his son, then at the Bifrost behind him. His beard twitched. "In the end, you are still Loki."

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