"I… I think I want to see the birth of the 10th Realm after all."
"Ungrateful!"
The entire hall once again trembled as Odin tapped his spear on the floor. But with no furniture to move and parts of the walls already removed, the only quiver that resounded in the air were the people within it; with the blood that previously rained down upon them completely disintegrating in the air.
"This is farcical!" Odin's roars reverberated in the air once more, "Your thousands of years of glory and purpose. You're willing to throw that away because of a single boy that proclaims his sovereignty!?"
"W… well." As the pressure from King Odin's glare threatened to crush him, Tyr could not help but scratch his chin as his eyes slowly turned themselves towards the newly arrived uninvited guest, Sarah. More so than the boy, it was better to say that his heart was swayed by the sudden appearance of a goddess.
