Jormungandr's dark golden slit pupils slowly contracted in the night sky.
That head dipped farther out of the clouds.
The night wind over San Francisco grew heavy beneath the serpent's breath, and car alarms shrieked one after another in the streets.
Wangchuan stood on the shattered rooftop, the moon hanging silently behind him.
He tilted his head back, his purple Lunar Phase Eyes staring straight at the serpent's head that blotted out the sky, his face utterly expressionless.
"Jormungandr."
"The World Serpent, encircler of Midgard, the starting point of Ragnarok."
Jormungandr's pupils contracted slightly.
The serpent opened its mouth a crack. Black mist seeped between its teeth, and a deep voice rolled down from the sky like distant thunder.
"Your aura..."
"It's... you?! The Moon Demon..."
"But why are you here?"
Wangchuan did not answer that question.
He merely raised his right hand. The moon behind him slowly rose, changing from a silver disc into a full moon.
Moonlight spread across the night sky, washing the entire sky above San Francisco in silver.
"I'm asking you a question."
"Do you want to remain a snake whose death has been foretold, or become a truly free beast?"
Jormungandr's pupils abruptly contracted.
The serpent's body slowly writhed among the clouds, churning the sea of clouds across the entire sky.
"What do you mean?" Its voice dropped much lower, carrying a dangerous, probing edge.
"Prophecy," Wangchuan repeated the word.
"Ragnarok. You kill Sol, then he smashes your skull with Mjolnir, and you both die."
"That's your destiny, isn't it?"
Sol frowned.
Loke leaned against the broken railing, his gray-blue eyes narrowing as the smile vanished completely from his face.
Destiny, my ass. It's all just to please Him, he thought.
Jormungandr fell silent for a few seconds.
Then the serpent laughed. Its laughter