Lamont looked at the motionless Alfred but didn't feel relieved.
He sensed a deep-seated fear in his heart.
Snap.
A crack appeared on Alfred's face, as if he were a porcelain puppet.
With the sound of shattering, more and more cracks spread across his body until...
Crash.
He shattered into pieces on the ground.
Hewitt Drayton brushed off the porcelain shards on him:
"What happened? Inez? Is this Fenrir? And who are you? Although, I don't know you, I have a piece of advice for you: don't provoke Thrasir. Even though you're just a branch, who do you think you are, Odin?"
Inez asked blankly:
"Hewitt?"
Hewitt replied:
"It's me. By the way, where are Hela, Nellie, and Veronica? Oh, Hela is here."
Fenrir looked at Hewitt with confusion, not as enthusiastic as he was with Alfred.
"Come back, Hela, Fenrir, now is not the time for you to be out."
Upon hearing these words, Fenrir barked at Hewitt but obediently left reality.
The giant wolf melted into Hela.
Hewitt looked down:
