"So this is the place huh." The duo stopped right before a wide and expansive fog. This fog was capacious and covered a great deal of land. It robbed the vision of all who beheld it, making sure that none saw what it was hiding. Yet the eyes of the two didn't register the problematic fog. Thor's eyes that were now as white as lightning easily saw through the fog, and Forseti was no different. Unlike Thor, his eyes weren't white. They were golden yellow. His pair of pupils were displaying a colour vastly different to his natural eye colour. It was a gift from his father- the eyes of light. These were eyes that saw through all illusions, much less a pesky little fog. But it was through these eyes that he realised that the fog wasn't as simple as it looked.
"Do you see it?" Thor asked. It was obvious that whatever deductions Forseti had made, he had arrived at the very same conclusion. "Yes", Forseti nodded his head. He knew his uncle wasn't referring to the large mountain that was hidden by the fog. "This fog is entirely made up of inner energy. Someone with vast control over the edict resides on that mountain- or in it." Forseti lightly spoke, but he wasn't finished. "He is calling to us."
"Indeed" Thor affirmed. The fog wasn't meant to only hide the mountain in the distance, but it was a spell. It was a spell of allure. It clouded the minds of all who drew close and tricked them into making their way onto the mountain. In their dazed state, there would be no way that the strongest of warriors would be able to defend against anything. The mind was vital, and that was exactly why it was targeted.
"They couldn't defend themselves even if they wanted to." Forseti added. He recognised this spell. It was a low level spell. Well, it was a low level spell to him. Asgardians had several runes to protect against such magic. The caster's use of the leash must be very impressive to get around their runes.
"Don't think so highly of him- or her. They didn't wear their armour." Thor snorted in disdain after discerning his nephew's thoughts. As for how he knew, he didn't say. It was probably because they knew each other so well that they could understand each other without sharing any words.
"I see. But the entity in there is not weak. The amount of energy required to cast a low level spell over such a large area is immense." Forseti didn't dismiss his uncle's words, but he would be foolish to ignore the opponent's strength.
"Indeed. Even you would have difficulty maintaining such a spell. And from what I know, this fog has been here for thousands of years." Thor calmly delivered some shocking information.
"You know of this place?" Forseti asked in amazement.
"Yes" Thor replied. "You don't go out often but I have been here a couple of times. This mist appeared about three thousand years ago. Only it wasn't as large and thick. It grew stronger over the years, and more dangerous. The people of this planet call it 'Misty Island'. Because the mist is so strong that it seems as though whatever is hidden within is its own land. It has been known to spit out no survivors. I had left it unchecked, because whatever was in there didn't actively search for prey. According to our laws, I cannot deal with anything that causes no major harm. In its defence, all who became prey, faced such a fate because of their curiosity towards the unknown. But now, it has come after one of our own. The laws matter little now. I would do what I should have done millennia ago. I will decimate this place."
Thor gave a lengthy history lesson. But to be fair, it wasn't so lengthy. As for Forseti who was hearing this for the first time, he finally understood why his uncle ignored this place. There were rules established among the gods and ascenders. Although the worlds were divided into lower and higher worlds, there was an invisible realm known as the heavenly realm. This wasn't the wielding realm, but a classification given to powerful god races. These races ruled over a heavenly realm. These realms weren't physical, but a group of higher and lower worlds under the rule of each god race. The Nordic gods were the rulers of the 1st heaven. But this world belonged to the 3rd heaven. The rule Thor referred to prevented interference from other god races in the affairs of realms that didn't belong to them. Of course this law had its own specifications, such as a pardon to interfere when one came across blatant evil. However, Thor didn't care about this law anymore. He was going to destroy this mountain, whether 'they' liked it or not.
When Thor's explanation ended, several bolts of lightning descended. They were as thick as a fully grown man and as destructive as several explosives.
*BOOM*
The fog that previously covered the mountain was dispersed. The spell had been broken very easily. It was done so easily that it seemed to mock those who had died to its power.
"The barrier wasn't set up by one person- but a multitude of people." Thor commented casually as he strode towards the mountain that was now visible to all.
"Why do you say so?" Forseti questioned.
"Instinct." He got a simple reply, yet all he did was nod. His uncle's instincts were just as powerful, if not more so, than his strength. If he said so, then it was so.
"Let's see this race that is so ignorant they dare lure in one of our own. I wonder, how will they fare against my lightning?"
Under the raging storm, two figures made their way towards the large mountain that stood before them.