Above the Gods

Darkness. There was nothing here but darkness.

Beyond the heavy curtain of shadow, concepts like direction and space did not exist. He and Wade floated out of thin air in the boundless universe.

Because little cousin was playing the role of Deathstroke, he actually managed to keep quiet. Su Ming was observing the surroundings and had no mind to speak either.

Suddenly, figures emerged high in the dark sky, in a place the two had to look up to see.

They resembled statues plated in light—or perhaps humanoid forms outlined entirely by bright lines against the black nightfall.

These gods seated upon their thrones were transparent, revealing even more darkness through their bodies. There were more of them than expected, enormous in stature, sitting around the two like a city wall.

The sight reminded Su Ming of the monkey mountain at a zoo, where tourists high above lowered their heads and casually tossed bread or fruit peels down at the creatures beneath their feet.

But being treated like a monkey really was unpleasant.

Perhaps some people enjoyed accepting so-called rulers, but war had never changed. The clients Mercenaries served had always been the same sort of people—"rebels" in every field.

They had the most urgent need for change, and there was more profit to be squeezed from them.

Seeing them today, these "rulers" were truly putting him in a foul mood. The existence of Those Who Sit Above In Shadow was indeed rather obstructive.

Ragnarök concerned the survival of the world and truly had to exist. As for whether Those Who Sit Above In Shadow needed to exist, they would find out today.

"Odin of Asgard, do you know why We have summoned you?"

Sitting at the front among the gods was a figure of light that seemed to wear