The laws of the present world have always been like this, and he was no longer surprised by them.
"And then there's Asgard."
Laine turned his head to look towards the eastern region of the continent, where Mount Olympus loomed high. Perhaps drawn by some allure, Asgard's final resting place turned out to be there.
"Speaking of which, I have no idea what became of Odin."
Laine fell into a brief contemplation. Although all signs suggested that this deity from another realm should be dead, having even fought against the Flesh-Mother Tree and pierced its trunk with his spear, the cost was also heavy; this unbeatable Divine Artifact was destroyed, and only the spear shaft fell into Laine's hands.
However, Laine felt that as a Divine King who had existed for so long, he shouldn't have faded away so quietly.
"Do you think Odin is dead?"
After releasing Mimir's skull, and before it could rejoice in this new world brimming with Life, Laine asked.
