Capítulo 282: Fallen
Suddenly, Zane and Odin, frozen mid-air, were revealed. In the next instant, a strange shockwave, originating from the center of their clash, tore through the sky, effortlessly breaching the Dwarves' painstakingly crafted defense barrier.
The shockwave shot into the vastness of space, traversing hundreds of light-years until it struck a dim, distant satellite. Without a sound, the satellite was utterly obliterated—erased from existence without leaving a trace of dust, vanishing completely from the cosmos.
Perhaps the clash between Zane and Odin had shattered the spatial barrier, creating a small wormhole that swallowed the satellite.
Or perhaps the sheer power of their attacks, fueled by their entire beings, had caused the satellite to disintegrate at the molecular level.
Regardless, this event underscored that while Zane and Odin might still be considered fifth-dimensional beings, their power had long since transcended that dimension.
Even Satan, who had once fought Zane through a projection, now stood with a grave expression. Despite being present in his true form, the eerie shockwave had left him with an unsettling sense of dread.
What on earth had Zane gone through in these past few years? How could someone who was once so insignificant rise to be his equal, or perhaps even surpass him in strength? Unable to comprehend this, Satan could only classify Zane as one of the rare, exceptional beings favored by the universe.
As the barrier shattered into countless fragments and dissipated into the void, time resumed its flow. The two divine weapons, clashing in mid-air, ground against each other, sending out sparks and tremendous force as they aimed for their opponents' vital points.
In a moment of clarity amid the fierce battle, Zane noticed a sly smile creeping onto Odin's face.
"Young man, I'm counting on you for what comes next. Meeting someone like you in my twilight years has been my fortune."
"This battle is yours."
"And finally, thank you…"
With those words, the divine light in Odin's eyes suddenly extinguished. His hands went limp, releasing Gungnir. His entire body, floating in the air, began to fade and become ethereal. The transparent divine fire within him, deprived of all fuel, vanished without a trace.
In the next moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, Odin's body suddenly dispersed with the wind, turning into countless golden particles that slowly drifted down, merging with the arena below. They became part of his final battlefield, now the eternal resting place of the God-King Odin.
Gungnir, now without its master, veered in mid-air and plunged into the center of the arena, where it trembled incessantly. Its mournful and sorrowful cry echoed, as if in mourning, as if in remembrance…
"That old man even managed to play one last trick before dying. Was he that happy?" Zane stood calmly in the void, gazing quietly at the arena below, murmuring softly to himself.
In the next moment, he slung the Reaper's Scythe over his shoulder and shouted into the void, "Old man, go in peace!"
At the same time, Queen Frigga was the first to rise from her seat. Following her, all the people of Asgard stood up, along with Thanos, the Collector, and even God and Satan. In unison, they all bowed their heads and shouted:
"Farewell, God-King!"
In the universe, paying the utmost respect to a fallen warrior is a universal law.
Amid the chorus of farewells, the trembling Gungnir in the center of the arena slowly fell silent. It stood there like a lonely old man, quietly accompanying its master. Seeing this, Zane recalled what Odin had once told him:
Once the branches of Yggdrasil accept a master, any weapon forged from it will recognize only that master for life.
Just like Gungnir now, no one else in this world would ever make it shine again.
The divine weapon had dulled, and in that moment, everyone seemed to sense it. Gungnir, planted in the center of the arena, had lost its former brilliance, as though it had sealed itself away, awaiting a master who would never return…
A collective sigh echoed in the hearts of everyone present. The passing of a great ruler inevitably brought a wave of sorrow.
Except for a few, most were still lost in the memories of the spectacular battle they had just witnessed, unable to recover from the awe it inspired. Among those few were the enemies of Asgard—like Surtur, the fire giant who brought about Ragnarok in *Thor: Ragnarok*. These individuals couldn't help but glance towards the distant, magnificent Asgard, their eyes flickering with schemes.
But remembering that Zane had vowed to protect Asgard for the next ten years, they quickly buried those thoughts. They had all witnessed the battle and imagined themselves in the place of Zane's opponent. The conclusion was that they probably wouldn't last more than three moves. Moreover, who knew what other tricks Zane might have up his sleeve?
Throughout the battle, Zane had only received a shallow scratch on his armor; not a single hair on his head was harmed. Even after the fight, he wasn't out of breath, looking as if he'd just returned from a leisurely stroll. Who could say where his limits lay? Only a fool would dare to provoke him now.
And besides, was ten years really that long? For humans, perhaps it was a considerable span, but for beings like them, ten years was no more than the blink of an eye. So why rush?
When the ten years were up, they doubted there would be anything left in Asgard, without Odin, that could stand in their way.
Thor seemed to sense these scheming intentions too. His eyes swept over their sneering faces, and his heart grew heavier, but soon that weight turned into confidence. What his father had accomplished, he would do as well—better, even.
After the sudden transformation from a boy to a father, Thor understood what it meant to grow up. And now, with Odin's death, he realized what it meant to be a king.
A king is a protector, a bearer of burdens, a symbol of honor, and a figure of solitude. Great honor comes with great sacrifice. From now on, behind him stood the countless people of Asgard, and in front of him, there was no one left to shield him from the harsh realities.
In that instant, Thor changed; his eyes occasionally sparked with lightning. The last trace of youthful naivety, deeply rooted in his bones, vanished completely.
In this moment, he became Asgard's new God-King!
Aside from Asgard's old enemies, a few others were plotting their own schemes. The Collector, for instance, was gazing at the Eternal Spear in the center of the arena with an obsessive look.
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