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Soon, the Chief God of the Nordic Pantheon, Odin, and the King of the Greek Celestial Court, Zeus, rode the elevator straight to the thirteenth floor. When the elevator came to a stop with a thud and the doors slid open, both of the mighty gods had a somewhat unsightly look on their faces.
Odin's face was even slightly pale, and his thin lips were pressed tightly together as if he was involuntarily trembling.
The divine con artist from the Greek Celestial Court, Zeus, was no braver than his good buddy Odin. He was pressed tightly against the elevator wall, his eyes full of vigilance.
The elevator doors opened and closed, closed and opened, which looked rather horrifying.
"Ah, do we really have to stay on this floor? I'm starting to get the creeps," Odin muttered through his thin lips, seemingly ready to flee this floor right then and there.
