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Davey and Perserque climbed up the tower, not seeing a single sign of life.
“Ugh… My whole body is aching.”
“I’ll give you a massage later.”
“No, thanks.”
Perserque firmly responded and chuckled.
“Odin is on the top floor. I tried breaking through the barrier surrounding her, but…”
Davey knew it probably wasn’t easy.
The only thing in sight was a gruesome field of corpses.
“Did you kill them all?”
“I don’t have such a twisted hobby.”
The brutally slain bodies all belonged to mages. If it wasn’t her, then that meant Loki was responsible. Given his state of mind, his actions were understandable, though far from justifiable.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Upon reaching the top floor, they saw Odin dancing alone at the center of a massive magic circle.
“Loki is definitely dead.”
Davey had witnessed his soul disintegrate before his very eyes. That meant there was no way he could still be alive. He had watched his fate disappear in the fleeting flow of fate. A mere human couldn’t have deceived the system of the world—it was something not even Goddess Freyja could trick.
In other words, Odin was rampaging on her own.
Crackle!
The magic circle she had summoned was being protected by some kind of barrier, while her expression remained utterly vacant.
Davey pondered the best way to wake a sleeping soul.
“Well. Guess I’ll just have to wake her up.”
This time, he was certain she wouldn’t...
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