Dick walked into the Celestial Planetarium. He had just finished spending time with those immortal Spirits, which had consisted of drinking, chatting, reminiscing about past wars, and having a friendly match with Heimdall.
Naturally, Dick had not used Taeshalach, but even with a wooden training sword, the gatekeeper was no longer his match. After truly making up for his final shortcoming, whenever Dick stood on the battlefield, the whole world would help him. In practice, this produced a very strange phenomenon.
The moment Heimdall raised his sword, his foot slipped. Dick casually thrust his sword, and it passed precisely through the gatekeeper's whirling blade to rest against his heart. Even if a strike went wide, Heimdall's counterattack would miss for one reason or another.
It looked as though Dick's luck was extraordinarily good, while Heimdall's was extraordinarily bad.
This was already difficult to explain as mere luck. One could only say that this world loved him, that the world itself was actively protecting him.
Naturally, a fight like that was not satisfying, but considering that he still had something important to do tonight, Dick soon said goodbye to those enthusiastic brothers-in-arms and came to the deepest, most mysterious place in Ulduar.
He stood before the heavy doors of the Celestial Planetarium. With a thought, the doors, which required two Guardians to push open, swung gently inward, as though a pair of invisible hands were touching them.
He stepped inside, treading on a floor that shimmered with starlight like calm water. Every step stirred faint ripples, as though he were walking on blue water. It was dazzling. As he strolled through it, the surrounding darkness seemed to shift faintly beneath some light, giving it a peculiar feel. When he appeared here, everything else was obscured, leaving only his presence in the