Trisha and her group were led forward with Heimdall at the front, gripping the large golden sword—the key to the Bifrost—in both hands, holding it in a diplomatic manner. His presence alone was commanding, his eyes scanning ahead with the wisdom of countless ages. The distant hum of the bridge pulsed beneath their feet, almost as if the structure itself recognized the power of the one leading them.
But Trisha's mind was elsewhere.
She couldn't stop thinking about Axel.
He was heading into a battle against beings who could destroy entire worlds with their bare hands, and she wasn't there to fight alongside him. It gnawed at her insides, a feeling of helplessness that refused to subside. She had always stood by his side, always fought beside him, but now? She had no choice but to walk away.
Yet, deep down, she knew this was the best decision. Staying behind meant helping Axel in another way—protecting everything he held dear back on Earth.