The two won had a heated discussion, but no matter how much they deliberated, the options remained limited. Among the nine realms, only a few were suitable for living.
One possibility was Alfheim, the realm of the elves. Thor had described it as a land of unparalleled beauty, where the elves lived in harmony with nature, tending to flowers and plants while basking in light. The elves themselves were kind, powerful, and enchanting.
Another option was Nidavellir, ho of the dwarves.
However, both were inhabited realms. No matter how much Leon's influence had shifted their perspectives, neither Natasha nor Wanda would consider taking what rightfully belonged to others.
Ultimately, the two won ran out of ideas and turned to Leon.
Leon offered them a mysterious smile but said nothing. Wanda imdiately protested, shaking her head and squirming in his lap in mock frustration. The movent almost pushed Leon to his limits, but he managed to suppress the beast within, enjoying her playful antics with an amused grin.
Finally, Leon relented and spoke.
"Asgard."
"Asgard?" Natasha and Wanda echoed in unison, their sharp minds catching on instantly.
Natasha studied Leon closely. "Are you suggesting we find a galaxy or dinsion as suitable as Asgard and create a new realm of our own?"
Wanda was equally stunned by the magnitude of his idea.
Finding a new dinsion wasn't impossible—Wanda knew her growing powers would allow her to traverse dinsions eventually. But creating a world suitable for habitation? That was an entirely different matter. The scale of resources and power required for such a feat was almost incomprehensible.
Even with her abilities to alter reality and reshape the world, Wanda couldn't imagine creating sothing on the scale of Asgard anyti soon. Not even in the next decade.
Both won understood Leon well enough to know he wouldn't suggest such an idea unless he was confident.
Their curiosity was palpable as they waited for him to elaborate.
Leon, unbothered by their wide-eyed stares, took a leisurely sip of iced juice through a straw. Then, with a smirk, he said, "You're underestimating your man."
"Finding a new world isn't difficult," Leon continued. "And as for building one? That's not beyond my capabilities anymore."
Natasha leaned in, her imposing figure pressing against Leon as she scrutinized him. Wanda wasn't to be outdone, settling herself more firmly in his lap and making a face at Natasha.
Faced with the teasing warmth of the two won, Leon surrendered. One arm wrapped around Natasha's slender waist, while the other hand found its way to Wanda's hip. Wanda blushed furiously but made no move to stop him.
"You want to know my strength?" Leon asked, finally addressing the unspoken question. "I've reached the level of a Sky Father. At most, I'm in the first echelon—but I'm still far from Odin's peak."
His confidence wasn't misplaced. The Sky Blade series of battleships had propelled his power to new heights, allowing him to stand among the first tier of Sky Father-level beings. If he had the full computational support of rlot Heavenly Court, Leon was certain he could rival even peak Odin.
"You're growing too fast," Natasha remarked, her voice tinged with awe.
She felt a swell of pride. Her man was an unimaginable genius.
Natasha understood the significance of Leon's strength. At the Sky Father level, a being could easily destroy a planet or traverse entire galaxies. Compared to that, her ability to obliterate a country felt almost insignificant.
Glancing at Wanda, Natasha said, "It seems Odin and the Ancient One have treated us so favorably because of you."
Natasha's sharp instincts quickly pieced together the clues. Wanda's smooth acceptance into Kamar-Taj, her designation as the next Sorcerer Supre, and Leon's fortuitous encounters with Thor and Asgard—it was all too convenient to be re coincidence.
Leon didn't deny it. He nodded, a glint of amusent in his eyes.
"I've said it before: only the strong have the right to negotiate. Both the Ancient One and Odin have their own concerns. My appearance offers them another possibility—an alternative that might influence their choices."
"Friend or foe," Leon said simply, "it's their decision. But as a human aligned with Earth's natural order, my presence gives us certain advantages."
Natasha smiled, leaning in to kiss him. Her eyes softened with affection.
Wanda, unwilling to be outdone, gave Leon a kiss of her own—but hers was so forceful it left a faint mark on his cheek. In retaliation, Leon pinched her hip, making her yelp in protest.
"Don't start sothing you can't finish," Leon teased, using one hand to hold her back as she playfully clawed at him.
Leaning back, Leon gazed toward the horizon where the sun hung low in the sky. His tone grew reflective.
"The Earth can't sustain us forever. It's our ho, but our ambitions lie beyond it. In this chaotic era, we need a world of our own—a place where we can grow without limits."
"I'll lead you to new horizons," he vowed softly. "Together, we'll build a world where no one can threaten us."
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