On the other side, Freya and Liam were just finishing their preparations. They had gathered the items that would be most useful in the battle ahead.
Freya had packed a small, enchanted bag that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The bag held a variety of potions along with several artifacts that could turn the tide in a dire situation. She knew Odin's forces would be facing great difficulty and even the All-Father himself might be struggling to maintain control.
Liam adjusted his armor, glancing over at Freya as she secured the bag. He felt an urge to assist her despite knowing she was far more powerful than he could imagine. She was a literal goddess, yet Liam couldn't help but see her as a woman who deserved to be treated with respect and care. Its just his thing, Liam couldn't help it.
"Uhm, Lady Freya," Liam said and stepping forward her, "allow me to carry that for you. I'm more than capable."
