A Nascent Kaleidoscope.

Chapter 698 - 617

Grandmaster POV

"I’m excited! Are you excited, Topaz?"

"I’m ecstatic, sir."

"Yeah, I can see it all over your face." I nodded at her deadpan. "I’m even wearing my excitement robes." I showed them off.

"They’re your normal robes, sir."

"Yes, but when I’m excited, they become my excitement robes!" Clearly, she has no sense of fashion.

I clapped my hands. "Today’s the day, Topaz. The sponsors all paid me, the fighters are all ready, and the cameras are all on me today! Metaphorically speaking. They’re actually on the fighters, because that’s what everyone’s paying to see, but you know what I mean."

Everyone knows that I’m the real star here.

Sure, they come for bloody fights, but they stay for my personality and handsome face.

And we made a killing!

Just from the advertisements alone, it’s almost enough to pay off my debts! Everyone loves to see fresh blood, and I put them all front and center.

Sure, I may have lied a little bit about their origins and...skill, maybe. But no one cares about that. They won’t remember the life stories of someone getting their head caved in by a slab of iron.

No, they’ll just cheer happily as it happens.

I looked out the window. "It’s beautiful, Topaz."

I had several of my ships hovering over the city, mostly the arena, with giant displays on the sides.

I really am a genius.

Who else could have thought about this besides me? No one, that’s who. I’m surrounded by idiots, but that’s partially my fault. Well, not really. But I can’t just let this stand!

Hmm, I suppose I’ll do some house cleaning after this is done, shake things up a bit.

Not just fresh blood in the fighting pits, but in my circle too.

Oooh! I haven’t been this excited for awhile.

Maybe with the extra money, I’ll buy a bigger ship. It’s getting a little cramped when the pleasure cruise starts shaking. But I suppose that’s also part of the charm too.

Decisions, decisions.

"Come along, Topaz, let’s get to the arena. The atmosphere is just so...infective; I’m getting tingles just thinking about it."

I didn’t wait for her to answer as I was grabbing what I needed.

Hmm.

Hat or no hat?

No hat; I just did my hair.

But I’ll grab my best necklace, the one with the pretty blue gem.

It also matches my underwear today.

You know what! I’ll take that nifty little sword too, it just glows with a certain pizzaz that will really pop at my side. And I can point with it, swing it around, I’ll really feel like I’m holding all their lives in the palm of my hand.

I went to the display and picked it up.

It was fairly light, and I swung it around.

"How do I look, Topaz?" I took a stance.

"Elegant, sir."

"Elegant, that’s what I was going for." I snapped my fingers. "You really know how to get my motor running, don’t you, Topaz?"

I can feel it. So powerful, so manly, so authoritative. Now I know why people love to waive around their pointy pieces of metal!

I could get used to this.

"Off we go, Topaz."

The maids all bowed outside the room, and I gave him a pleasant nod.

If there’s one rule I learned in my long life, don’t treat the ones who wash your clothes and make your bed badly. Sure, poison can be annoying from your cooks, but it sometimes adds a certain tang to a dull meal.

But poorly prepared clothes?

Dear me, that is a torture I couldn’t withstand.

And my bedding!

Nope.

I will not compromise my comfort.

"Do you smell that, Topaz?" I took a deep breath.

"It smells like smog."

"It’s the smell of money. And smog. Lots of it. Make a note, I want less smog next time. For every breath of smog I take, I will execute 23 people." I was feeling generous, so I gave them a warning.

"I’ll make a note of it."

I snapped my fingers and my guards were all at my side as we boarded the ship.

"Ooh, I’m getting the shivers of excitement, Topaz." I said as she sat next to me and I looked out the window. It was only a few moments before we were at the arena. "Do a go-around over the top, Mr. Pilot; I want a good look."

He of course listened; why wouldn’t he?

A request from a charming man like myself and the threat of being thrown from the ship, and people just listen.

It was packed; they were cheering.

"Wave to the cameras, Topaz!" My face appeared on the big screens around the arena. I blew them kisses, my affectionate and beautiful subjects.

Well, not beautiful.

Most of them were ugly and dirty and dressed badly.

The ship finally landed out back, and we entered through the back. I didn’t want to get close to the unwashed masses. Probably literally in their cases, lots of dirt and sand and ick.

I took my rightful place, my throne, upon the arena.

It was more like a couch, but semantics.

It overlooked the fight, set me above everyone and above all, it was very comfortable.

It’s fight time!

"Topaz, get all the cameras on me; I’ll do an introduction. Make sure we’re recording; it’s time to start." I rubbed my hands together.

"Yes sir." She nodded curtly.

I stepped to the edge of my balcony.

Several recording drones came flying over.

I held my hands up and the rambunctious crowd began to quiet down. "Hello Sakaar!"

With that, they got loud again.

Yes yes, praise me.

"Now, now everyone." I quieted them down again. "Let’s not forget to give our welcome to all our viewers out there across the universe! From the occupied space of the Kree Empire, to the furthest reaches out into the void. That’s right, I know there’s a few unknowable things at the edge out there watching. Don’t worry, I don’t discriminate." I winked at the camera.

Where was I?

Oh yes.

"I won’t bore you with a long speech, there’s one reason we’re all here, right? We all want to see some fights! Team on team, one group of newcomers vs another! But there’s a catch." I held up a finger. "If one of their team members dies, then they all die! They have to fight smart, they have to fight together!"

We’ve never done team fights like this before.

But from how things sold, it’s a gimmick we’ll have to keep using in the future.

"Now, let’s get a good look at our fighters!" I pointed towards the entrance to the pits below the arena.

The big gate opened, and they started to come out.

All shapes and sizes, genders, non-genders, and species. Even carbon-based lifeforms! There was at least one energy being among them!

"Take a good look! Pick your favorites, maybe place a bet if you’re daring enough! Come on, wave to the audience; yes, that’s right." I gestured for them to wave.

I put a hand up, blocking the signal to the drones for a second so they stopped recording. "Topaz, they’re not waving."

"I will send the guards down, sir."

I let out a sigh. "No sense of grandiose! No, it’s fine. I wave it off. "I’ll improvise." I had the cameras continue. That’s right, all eyes on me; don’t pay attention to those party poopers. "Now, as the Grandmaster of Sakaar, I will announce the start of the first every Grand—"

An explosion sounded behind us, loud enough that it caught us all off guard.

I furrowed my brow, turning back.

Another one went off.

Then hundreds more.

My eyes widened.

It was my tower.

My spiral tower, my grandiose home, my heavenly spire, my... "My stuff!"

It started to collapse; a gigantic dust cloud erupted as it hit the ground, falling from the guy. The shockwave caused the city to rumble like an earthquake.

"Topaz...this wasn’t part of the event, was it!?" I grabbed her shirt.

She looked confused and panicked too.

"Who...why...who?" I was now very angry.

Before I could demand another answer, the sword in my hand trembled and flew away from my grasp.

My eyes followed it as it hit the ground in the arena right in front of someone.

He looked up at me and smirked.

"You."

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Wilhelm POV

Welcome back, Mirage.

The last missing piece has been returned to me.

The timing was impeccable.

Did we need to blow up his house specifically? No, but I think it’s forgivable considering how furious I am.

Over the past several days, I took it easy and just let myself heal. I was close to being in my best condition, just a tad off, but it was more than enough.

Now, there was silence; that massive building came tumbling down, the dust hadn’t even settled yet, and here we are.

That’s the Grandmaster.

It was my first time meeting him, but I already felt like I knew him. Not in the literal sense, but the invisible hand that had been grasping my neck for so long.

Well, we were already prepared for this part.

Thanks to Clint, he got the others on our side.

I reached up, and my hand ignited with lightning; I pressed it against the collar on my neck. I felt my divine lightning invade the device, destroying everything inside of it, and then I ripped it off and threw it to the ground.

It was a liberating feeling.

The ground crackled.

The storm in me was just begging to be released, but I controlled it and let the lightning crawl across the ground and then up the bodies of everyone else. In his time frame, I had been working on my control more than anything else.

Doing this much was within my capabilities.

All their collars were destroyed, turning to ash on the inside.

The dust and smoke around us were blown away; several low-flying aircraft appeared above the arena, full of guards, full of people carrying weapons, and with weapons on the vehicles themselves.

"No, I said cut the cameras!" The Grandmaster’s voice filled the arena as people began to panic and run.

Even as he said that, only about half the screens around the place cut out.

Magical energy started to pour back into my body, and my aura began to slowly flow outwards too.

I took a deep breath, and unconsciously, the sky above trembled.

"Which one of you did this? Who? I demand answers!" The Grandmaster’s voice was tinged with anger. "If I don’t get answers, Topaz, give me the thing." His companion handed him something. "Have a taste of obedience."

He pressed the device and nothing happened.

I presume it was the device that shocked us through the obedience collars.

I picked the little disk up off the ground in front of me; I held it up for him to see.

Were words needed?

I wanted him to know.

"Ah, well. That’s unfortunate." He cleared his throat. "Alright, men. We’re doing this the old-fashioned way. That one with the red hair, bring him to me; I think he’s the one responsible. Point your big guns right down there, yeah, like that."

The ships tilted their guns downwards.

The people around me looked a bit worried.

Clint gave me a look.

I think he trusted me a lot more at this point.

I gave him a smile.

I reached up to the sky.

There was an uncharacteristic heaviness to it. I was told that it hadn’t stormed on Sakaar, ever. So at least for a very, very long time. I could feel it with my connection to the Storm. But even so, since when did Divine Authority cater to the whims of mortals?

Heavy, but I grasped it.

My hand clenched, and I pulled down.

A bolt of lightning appeared in the otherwise empty sky; it thundered into existence and came down like divine punishment.

One of those massive ships, the ones that had advertisements playing, tore right through it, causing explosions immediately as it immediately began to fall.

Then it arced and went through one of the lower-flying shuttles, one of the kind that had guns pointed at us.

Like a nail hammering a plank of wood, it pierced right through it and slammed the ship to the ground with the sheer weight of power behind it.

The Grandmaster stared blankly before opening his mouth again. "Get them! Shoot, kill them!"

Then more hell broke loose.

With a roar, one of the fighters nearby charged forward at a guard that had crawled out of the wreckage of the downed ship.

More guards poured out of the entrances into the arena pit and attacked without hesitation.

I put Mirage away; as much as I missed it, I needed something else right now.

My Staff of Magnus returned as well; I hadn’t seen it since I landed on this planet. I held it up, and a large magic circle appeared above the arena. I didn’t care for meticulousness at this point. I finally had magical energy to spare, so I used it. "Ebony Flesh."

The only difficult part was picking the specific people out of everyone here.

All the fighters had an ebony-colored energy wrap around them.

It was a fairly strong defensive spell, but it also provided a strength boost when used.

Lasers hit them but left them unarmed as they charged forward.

There were more convention weapons, some kind of bullets being shot; they too just hit the spell and didn’t harm the ones under it.

It immediately turned the tide of the fight.

Sure, they were wielding swords and spears and axes, but when more advanced weapons couldn’t penetrate the defensive spell, what did that matter?

Well, the big guns above were a problem.

I found Clint; he was keeping close by, and I weighed some options in my head. At this point, I would consider him a friend. I took out the bow of Auriel and tossed it to him as he saw it. "Take out the big stuff with that, but be careful; it’s very strong."

The thing with the Bow of Auriel is it responded to the wielder.

The stronger you were, the more you could draw out its power

For Clint, he could safely use it to an extent.

It’s why my Nine Realms spell caused a backlash, because I pushed past that ’safe boundary’ and brought out more power than was intended.

"Got it. Give that asshole a punch for me." He nodded.

Well, he knew where I was going.

I eyed the Grandmaster who had turned and was being escorted out.

I shot up to the top of the arena, looking out over it.

The city was in chaos; the collapse of that giant building caused significant damage, and the ship I brought down just added onto it.

There was still a gigantic dust cloud enveloping the city.

I didn’t usually show off my godly side. I wasn’t a god; I recognized that. In fact, I preferred to continue thinking of myself as mortal.

But on this occasion, I would make an exception.

I raised my hands up, and a wind started to blow.

If there were no storms here, then I would make one.

High above, there was a flicker of lightning, a small crackle that imploded onto itself. Then again, a little bitter. Then thunder rumbled in the distance, and with another crackle, the first dark cloud appeared in the sky, emerging from lightning that was dancing in the air.

It grew bigger and bigger, more clouds joining it until the sun disappeared.

Clouds started to roll out, partially from within me; others were created at my beckoning. For miles upon miles the clouds spread, blanketing this dirt-covered wasteland.

The wind picked up, and then the rain came.

The ambient dust and dirt were swept away as a torrential downpour covered this dead planet.

Usually, I would use Dragon Words to manifest a storm, but this time, I want to make one purely from my own Divine Power.

There were ships flying away from the arena; I spied them a few moments ago.

They were parked outside just before I arrived.

I held my hand out, and the thunderous booming in the storm answered.

Lightning bolts fell down, striking the ships, hitting their wings, their tails, or otherwise avoiding the parts where people were housed.

I nodded to myself, noting that my control indeed had improved.

In fact, I felt like I could do even better.

I pointed a finger at one ship, and a bolt of lightning wrapped around it like a snake and invaded its mechanical parts, its circuitry, and small components. It smoked and caught fire without taking any noticeable exterior damage and plummeted from the sky.

There was no huge hurry in my step.

I adjusted my hair unconsciously. And I tapped my foot against the ground. With a crack of my neck, I used a burst of Shunpo to kick off the ground.

I was accompanied by a roar of thunder; glass windows shattered as I moved at my fastest speed.

I came upon the wreckage of the crashed ships.

They were mostly intact; in fact, most of the people on board were still alive.

I was gentle.

They noticed me, guns drawn, weapons pointed at me.

Usually, I would have something to say, a quip, a joke, or just make light of the situation. Weirdly, I had a small memory jump to the surface of my mind, of the time I spent in the Grail War.

I stomped on the ground.

The barest need of casting and I actualized a spell.

They dropped their weapons, hands falling to the sides, and blood dripped from the upward-protruding spikes they were now impaled upon.

I think Vlad would have been proud.

I found the ship I was looking for fairly quickly, mostly because I saw the person in question crawling out of the side-turned, crashed ship.

"Hello, I don’t think we’ve met yet." I smiled politely.

The Grandmaster in all his ’glory.’

He stood up, all but jumping to his feet. He froze, looking at me, then put on what could be described as a charming smile. "Well, this is awkward. I don’t suppose you would mind putting an obedience collar back on, would you? I need that to threaten you with."

"Hmm. No."

"Well." He smoothed his hair out. "Aren’t you a strapping young man? I do say, I don’t think I’ve met anyone so handsome before—"

"Not into guys."

"Drat." he seemingly tried to seduce me.

Should I have flattered?

I think my anger is completely overshadowing any humor I found in it.

"Look, there’s no reason for us to be hostile here." He tried a different approach. "No harm done, right?"

Technically, I wasn’t harmed, I suppose.

"Do you know one of the things I despise most in all of creation?"

"...Killing handsome men?" He tried.

"It’s slavery." I said pointedly. "I don’t have some deep philosophical argument for it. I’m not some paragon of virtue. It’s just...something that contradicts my very being. I despise slavery."

"W-well, we share that sentiment. I’m a big proponent of...uh...not slavery. Yes."

I nodded. "You made me a slave."

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. "Your planet, I should clarify. But you held my chain, didn’t you? And in your name, I was forced to fight in an arena or die. I know this is the first time we’ve actually exchanged words, but I want you to know why I’m going to kill you."

"Yeah, well. How about this!?" He lifted up his robe. I admit I was taken aback by the fact that he decided to flash me. Thankfully, he was wearing something underneath, but my attention was drawn to a belt he was wearing. He pressed a button on it, and something breached the atmosphere above us. A massive ship, bigger than the ones that were hovering over the arena before.

It had big guns pointed down, and smaller ships began to fly out of it, coming down to surround us, hovering in air.

Those were similar to the smaller ships at the arena as well.

"Haha, yeah, look at that. I got the big guns now." He said smugly. "Topaz, hit him with the melty stick."

I turned to look at an older lady charge at me with some weird polearm, technological weapon in hand, stabbing it towards me.

I grabbed it.

I felt it try to disintegrate me, but my power of destruction flared up, and instead, I destroyed the weapon.

It turned to ash in her hands, and I gave her a firm but casual kick to the stomach, sending her tumbling to the ground.

"Well..." He swallowed. "Even so, look, you’re outnumbered. But I’m not without mercy. Be a good boy, and let’s get you collared again. Then you can fight in my arena, and I can earn enough money to rebuild my palace."

I raised an eyebrow.

I was about to show him why that was not going to happen, but someone else beat me to it.

Another ship came flying over, gun quite literally blazing as it started to shoot at the hovering ships above us. Not the giant one, but the smaller ones.

It was very clearly outfitted with significantly more firepower, and as the other ships tried to engage, it beat them quite handily.

The new ship landed, seemingly uncaring about the other giant ship hovering even higher above us, its big cannons still pointed down.

I blinked as I saw who walked down the deployed bridge.

"Well, it seems you’re finally joining me." I was pleasantly surprised. I didn’t think I had managed to convince her. Maybe I reached her after all.

"Nope." She dismissed me completely. She was wearing armor this time, sword at the hip, and her armor shined almost silver as the rain splattered against it. "I’m just really tired and decided, fuck it. If it works, it works. If it doesn’t, well, I had a good run. At the very least, I wanted to kick her ass." She pointed at the woman that the grandmaster called ’Topaz.’

.... I guess that works too.

Frankly, it would be odd if she did just suddenly trust me and jump to my side after living here in a state of depression for who knows how long.

"I knew I should have killed you. A street rat that thinks they’re—" The woman began to speak, but Brunnhilde had gripped her by the throat before she could even blink.

"You really shouldn’t run your mouth to people who can crush it like a fruit. Mortal, I’m a Valkyrie; know your place." She squeezed, and the women gasped for breath, clawing at Brunnhilde’s hand, but eventually her body went limp.

I didn’t know their history, but I wasn’t going to question it. She didn’t seem like the type to go all ’How dare you, mortal?’ unless she was genuinely pissed off.

"Oh no, Topaz." The grandmaster looked...sad, but not emotionally sad. Like he just found out that his phone’s battery ran out. His eyes then turned to Brunnhilde. "142, oh 142. Why did you betray me? After everything I’ve done for you?"

"What exactly did you do for me?" She asked.

He held up a finger. "Well, I gave you a good life."

She rolled her eyes. "Right."

"I treated you better than most other people."

"Most other people were idiots, and I was good at my job."

"That may be exactly true, but—"

"Do you mind if I kill him now?" I cut in, not caring about this argument.

"Oh, you’re welcome to try." She gestured for me to continue.

I noticed that the grandmaster’s expression immediately changed. "Ah, you told him. I guess that makes sense." He let out a sigh. "You really are just ruining my day, aren’t you? My home was just blown up, along with all my stuff. I collected that stuff over such a long time. And now, poof, all up in dust. And 142—no, Miss Valkyrie, you come and just—" He made a twisting motion. "Twisted the knife in, didn’t you? Well, I guess I should stop playing around."

I was confused by what he meant by that, but he raised his hand, and the ship above us shuddered, and he slowly moved it off to the side. "Let’s just get this out of the way. I don’t want to have to replace this thing too; it cost me a lot of money."

"Did...you just move that ship by yourself? "I asked.

He smiled a bit more genuinely. "Oh yes, yes, I did. You did tell him who I am, right?" He pointed at Brunnhilde. "I’m the Grandmaster, darling. Do you think I go around calling myself that because of some inflated ego?

"Yes."

"Okay, that’s partially true. Dear or dear, I’m an Elder of the Universe." He held his hands up as if that meant something.

I stared at him blankly.

The Grandmaster let out another sigh. "Really? Nothing? Gods, these days, do they not tell their kids about the big shots in the universe?

"Not a god."

He looked at me, then clicked his tongue. "So you’re not. Strange."

He recognized divinity, though; that was...concerning.

I looked at Brunnhilde, but she was just sitting by, bottle in hand; her expression basically read, ’Go and do your thing.’

"Here’s the thing, kiddo. I love pressing the reset button." He pointed up to the sky, and my storm parted. No, I felt an invisible force push through it and push it to the side. "Let me ask you a question: Why do you think all those pretty little wormholes aren’t ripping the planet to shreds with how close they are, huh?"

I did consider that question before.

"Now if you answered that the great grandmaster is keeping the planet safe, you win." He clapped his hand. "But you know what? Let’s go ahead and wipe the slate clean. I’ll no longer keep them stabilized; I’ll no longer keep them from expanding or consuming the planet. Have fun."

He pressed a button on his belt again, and he teleported away.

My eyes dilated for a moment as I felt the space crack and loop to a nearby location.

I scoffed.

Mirage entered my hand after a long time, and I swung it at the spot he was in, cutting open a bridge between where he was and where he just teleported to.

He was apparently high up on one of the other buildings towering in the distance, and he immediately turned around and seemed surprised.

I jumped through, and without hesitation, I stabbed Mirage through him.

He didn’t even voice a complaint or shout.

In fact, he looked bored.

"Really? After all that, you went with a stabbing? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been stabbed?"

I ignored him because I saw up in the sky, the wormholes were acting erratically.

Normally, wormholes in close proximity like this either tear apart everything around them or collapse upon themselves, or in certain cases, they can merge and cause a whole different kind of chaos.

There were...dozens, sitting all above us.

And they all began to react all at once.

I took out a handful of talismans, throwing them at the grandmaster, chaining him down with spiritual power.

I pointed my finger at him. "You who are crowned in the name of man, wearing the mask of blood and flesh, flying on ten thousand fluttering wings with thunder’s carriage and an empty spinning wheel. Break the light into six pieces, carve a twin lotus on a wall of pale blue flames, and await the blazing fires to reach the distant heavens."

I chanted the full Bakudō as my spiritual power surged. "Bakudō #61: Rikujōkōrō."

Six rides of light slammed into him from every direction, pinning him in place.

He let out a noise, a grunt, maybe a groan of pain, but he snapped his head back up. "Ah, Magic, not the first time either. Alright, you got me not going anyways; let’s watch the fireworks together." He chuckled.

He wasn’t taking this seriously.

Maybe Brunnhilde wasn’t exaggerating when she said he couldn’t die.

If he truly had no fear of death, then he really would just be treating it like a game.

Gravity was beginning to distort. The wormholes were going to drag the planet from its normal rotation soon.

They were starting to pull at the planet’s atmosphere too; I could feel it through my divine power.

I had a good angle to look down below, the arena was still chaotic, there was still plenty of fighting going on.

"Now the choice: do you run away and leave all the little teeny tiny bugs to their fate, or are you going to try and do something?" He grinned happily. "Don’t mind me; take your time. It’s not like the planet could be destroyed. I won’t move from this spot and just let you do your thing. Go ahead and put on a good show for me."

Annoying.

I’ve had the storm inside me, compressed and thundering for a long period now. What I’ve done until now...that was just the tip of the iceberg, barely a fraction of what I had swirling around.

I suppose it was time to let it out properly.

With the time I had, I had an idea.

What if I put my divine power into a single point?

It didn’t explode outwards; I had been practicing my control.

"Come, Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi." The sky pulled with my summoning, my expanding storm clouds, my lightning, and my thunder; it was all called back. From every corner of the world it had been spreading; an invisible hand tugged the strings backwards.

It swirled down upon my empty hand, overlapping, crackling, and condensing downwards.

My Divine Sword appeared between my fingers.

It was weird; I just simply had a feeling I didn’t need to use the full chant.

The sword was slightly different, though; it was shining bright blue. Not from some alterations, but the edge of it was so compressed in my divine power that its normal black blade couldn’t be seen.

It looked more like a sword made of pure lightning.

I’m not very good at naming things, so let’s go with something simple.

Let’s call it.

"Sky Splitting." I grabbed the sword with both hands and swung it.

It was heavy, like I was dragging it through mud. That was because space was bending at its edge.

My divine power had become so potent that space was distorted before it finally cracked and shattered.

A wave of lightning was released as a blade towards the sky.

It slashed right through the wormholes, causing them to immediately destabilize and start to collapse into themselves as the spatial tunnels were utterly severed.

It came to a stop and dispersed, but what remained was a sky that had been split wide open.

"Alright, well played."

I turned to look at the grandmaster who just spoke, and I jumped back because an unknown energy spread out from him.

That energy gave me major danger warnings; my instincts were screaming at me to be careful.

It shattered my kid and forced my force out of his chest.

I quickly retrieved it, but he stood there as if nothing happened.

"Impressive, really impressive. But...if you think that’s going to be enough—" He stopped and jerked his head up towards the sky.

A rainbow light pierced through the sky, coming from deep in the universe.

A very familiar rainbow light.

"Odin." The grandmaster’s expression’s tone changed for the first time.

The Bifrost came and went, and in its place, there was now a fleet of Asgardian ships hovering in the lower atmosphere of the planet.

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