Morgan stood on a platform holding a ceremonial sword in his hand.
His father, Jas, had tasked him to embed the sword in the pedestal in order to activate the Bifrost Bridge, which would connect the Floor of Asgard to the Passage of the Worlds.
Jas didn't ask Morgan to accompany him because he had a more important task for his son. Morgan's role was to transfer the power of Faith from the Tower of Babylon towards Jas, and maintain the connection of the Bifrost Bridge.
Morgan trusted his father very much, so he didn't ask any questions and simply did as he was told. Although he was curious about what was happening, he was certain that once his father ca back from who-knows-where, all the questions he had at the mont would be answered.
The Power of Faith that had gathered at the highest peak of the Tower of Babylon had transford into a golden orb of light, similar to a small sun.
Three beings stood around it and slowly channeled the power towards the 51st Floor. This battle was very important to them, so they didn't hold back in supporting the Heroes that were facing the vanguards of Destruction that had arrived on their doorstep.
The platform where Morgan stood glowed a golden color as the power of Faith was absorbed by the sword in his hand. A few monts later, hundreds of beams of light shot out from the Tower of Babylon, and traveled to all corners of the world of Hestia.
For a brief mont, the entire world was bathed in a golden light, before returning to its normal state.
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Back in the Void…
"Impossible! You're already dead!" Tremohr shouted. He refused to believe that the adversary they had feared in the past was once again standing in front of them. Although the face wasn't familiar to them, the spiritual power that he could feel from the old man couldn't be wrong.
Jas didn't answer right away and rely urged his mighty steed to move forward.
"You're right. I've died once already," Jas answered, "but I am back, and I am back with a vengeance. This ti around, there will be no prophecies to save you from ."
"So what if you're back?" Sirion sneered. "Asgard had already been burned to the ground and your world destroyed for eternity. Right now, you're just a holess dog with no owner. Oh, how the mighty All Father has fallen!"
Jas brushed away the strands of hairs that were covering his face. After that, he raised his head ever so slightly, before answering the Giant's taunting.
"Asgard is not a place. Never was," Jas answered firmly. "It's a people. For as long as the fires of Asgard burn in their hearts, it will continue to exist."
Jas raised the silver spear Gungnir in the air and it glowed like a beacon warding off darkness. "Asgard is where our people stand… and now, allow to introduce you to my people."
Hundreds of beams of light landed on top of the Bifrost Bridge, behind Jas.
"Hah… you're such a slave driver, commander," Owen said with an exaggerated sigh as he walked towards Jas. "I was just about to make love to my beautiful wife and you chose this ti to summon us? If you summoned a minute later, I might have appeared in my birthday suit."
"It must be hard being a henpecked husband," Dwayne chuckled as he stood beside Owen. He eyed the Giant Army and cracked his knuckles. Obviously, he was preparing himself to punch them to oblivion.
Ezio, Helen, Barbatos, Mr. Bond, Gordon, John, Shawn, and the other warriors of Lont stood proudly around their commander.
Throughout his early days, Jas had traveled the world of Hestia, searching for the Asgardians who had also reincarnated in this world. So of them lived in the remote corners of Hestia, and although they chose not to follow Jas back to Lont, their loyalty remained true to him.
This was why, when Jas had called for them, they answered the call and were brought to the void by the power of Faith.
The Giants glanced at the newcors and snorted. Although their opponents had increased by a few hundreds, their strength didn't pose a threat to them. Only Jas, Malacai, Ella, and Chloee were strong enough to threaten the Demigods and the Pseudo Demigods in the Army of Destruction.
When Jas saw the contemptuous expressions of the Giants, he laughed at them in his heart.
"I'm called Father of n, The Ancient Gautr, and All Father. I am Blaze-Eyed. I am also called Eagle Head, and Shield-Shaker," Jas declared with arrogance. "I am The Wanderer, and I am the Chooser of the Slain. I am Gray-Beard, Masked One, and The Evil Doer. I have as many nas as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
"By my power and authority, I hereby grant you the right to unseal all of your powers! Brave Heroes of Valhalla, I once again call upon you to make your stand! Break away from the shackles that bind you and unleash your true power! Show them the power of the Einherjars!"
Gungnir shone once again and the rays of light landed on the hundreds of n that answered their Master's call.
Owen, who was standing next to Jas, started to glow.
When the light receded, a handso man who seed to be in his mid-twenties appeared in front of everyone. He had platinum blonde hair, and eyes that were as blue as the clear sky. He emanated the strength of a magician that had broken through the limit of the 10th Circle.
He was none other than Owen, the Grand Archon of Life, and his face would make all the ladies in the world swoon due to how good looking he was. The handso man had an impatient look on his face as he faced the Giant's Army.
Clearly, he was more interested in fighting thirty rounds with his wife, than dealing with the stinking giants, who had co uninvited in their new domain.
If William was there, he would definitely refuse to believe that the old perverted man, who had taught him all the techniques he knew about how to pleasure a woman, was the sa person who was now oozing with a very strong life force and charisma.
Dwayne, the bald monk, who had taught William unard combat, now stood wearing the armor that he once wore when he was still an Einherjar that fought under Odin's direct command.
Helen, whom William had always called Aunt Helen, had transford into a beautiful young lady who seed to be in her early twenties. White wings sprouted behind her back and in her hand, she carried a flag where two ravens had their wings spread wide, as if they were just about to fly towards the sky.
This was the flag of Odin's personal army that followed him into battles. Helen was the Valkyrie who was under his direct command. She was also their legion's flag bearer. Her role was to ensure that Odin's flag would be seen on the battlefield, giving strength to the warriors who were fighting for the sake of the Nine Realms.
The hundreds of warriors also transford into their forms when they were at their peak. A powerful force swept across the battlefield at that mont, and the Giants finally realized that they had underestimated how strong the warriors of the world they were planning to destroy were.
Each mber of Odin's Legion had the Rank of a Saint at its peak. They were just as strong as William when he entered his Heroic Avatar form, and all of them were veterans in battle. If this kind of force appeared in any place in the Central Continent, it would certainly be a force that no one would openly dare to oppose.
Jas body was bathed in light, and when it receded, the old man, who always wore a robe, was covered in a golden armor. He also wore a golden horned helt, which high-lighted the black eyepatch on his face.
The All Father then pointed Gungnir at his enemies, and Sleipneir raised its front legs while neighing out loud. The ti of talking was over, it was now the ti to fight.
"For Asgard!" Jas roared with all his might. It was the sa warcry that he had shouted when the end of the world stared at him in the face.
It was the sa warcry he shouted as he stared at the prophesied adversary that was ant to claim his life.
The All Father of Asgard and the God of all Aesirs once again donned his armor and weapon of war, like he did thousands of years ago. Jas led the charge at the frontlines of the battlefield, for honor, and for the the things he had lost!
""For Asgard!""
The hundreds of warriors shouted in unison. Their blood boiled inside their bodies as they stared hatefully at the invaders that had trampled over their dignity and honor in the past.
"Kill!" Jas shouted as Sleipnir charged forward. The magnificent steed neighed as its legs carried it forward.
Helen waved Odin's Flag as she hovered above the battlefield. A sneer appeared on her face as she held the banner in her hands tightly. This ti, they would not falter. This ti they would win!
""Kill!""
Hundreds of warriors charged alongside Jas without fear. Their rampage was long overdue.
It was now ti for them to unleash the fury that they had kept in their hearts for thousands of years, on the sa Giants who thought that they could once again destroy their world, like they had with Asgard thousands of years ago.
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