Author: Yume Neiji

The basement of the Great Tower of the Temple of Odis.

Pauline stood in the room where the Frost Orb was enshrined. Luisia was beside her. The orb, about two meters in diameter, emitted a white light from its centrally recessed base. Frost covered the orb, and their breath was visible in the cold air.

Luisia shivered.

“Something’s coming.”

A monster’s roar echoed even underground.

Pauline knew it was the roar of Ymir, the primordial titan. The wrath of the creator, terrifying all living things. Pauline held her hand over the orb and infused it with magic.

The light and cold intensified, and Pauline pulled her cloak closer.

“Are you alright, Luisia?”

Rion’s little sister clasped her hands together as though in prayer.

She nodded over and over, her small body trembling.

“…Oniichan…”

The faint whisper tightened Pauline’s chest.

Outside, thousands of adventurers and the knights defending the royal capital were fighting for their lives. Among them was Luisia’s brother, Rion.

Pauline had commanded dungeon expeditions many times before. But those had only ever been on the scale of a single party. To bear the weight of thousands of lives—to shoulder the fate of the entire world—was a pressure so immense that it made her want to faint.

Even now, people whose names she did not know were falling in battle to protect the temple. And on top of that, Luisia carried an even greater fear. She’s only twelve years old, a girl who had lost her father at a young age. To now face the possibility of losing her brother as well…

There could be no words for such anguish.

――OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

A tremendous roar shook the air.

Once again, the voices of Ymir and the others echoed through the walls. And this time, they were closer.

The light of the sacred orb flared as though crying out in alarm. Heavy, earth-shaking footsteps reverberated from every direction. Pauline could vividly imagine it—the monsters surging toward the temple.

What had become of the adventurers on the ground?

Had they all fallen, their bodies piled high outside, with the monsters now marching over their corpses?

Fear was all that came to her mind. She tightened her grip on her staff and endured.

If I tremble here, then what kind of Commander am I?

Luisia clutched the sleeve of Pauline’s ceremonial robe tightly.

Forcing herself, Pauline returned a smile.

“It will be all right. The gods are—”

The ground suddenly shook.

The orb’s light flickered wildly, and both of them lost their balance and fell.

Dust rained down from the ceiling. Bricks tumbled from the walls and clattered across the floor. From the upper levels came a chain of shouts and screams. Then the door to the room burst open, and one of her aides rushed inside.

“The city walls have been breached!”

Pauline nodded quietly, summoning all her self-control.

“Is that so? Please give me an accurate report.”

“Yes! They haven’t entered the temple yet. However, the monsters have grown unusually powerful. There are also reports that Ymir has breached the front lines…”

The monsters’ voices drowned out her hearing.

Pauline shook her head.

“They’ve entered. However, this is the source of the sealing chill. If the gods and the main force are safe, we have a chance of winning if we can hold out.”

The group members nodded and returned to the surface.

Luisia’s voice trembled.

“Then…!”

Hugging her knees, her eyes wide with pity.

“Where’s my brother…?”

Luisia clutched the front of her dress tightly. A green light slowly filled her eyes.

“It’s my fault.” She never spoke the words aloud, yet Pauline could see them forming on the girl’s lips.

“I have to become stronger, after all…”

Luisia repeated the words to herself.

A green radiance gathered in her chest, illuminating the entire room.

“I have to…!”

Then a voice echoed within Pauline’s mind.

It was the voice of the Goddess of Fertility, Freyja.

—Luisia.

The tone was calm, as though she had already resigned herself to what was about to happen… and accepted it. Even now, an immense reserve of mana slumbered within Luisia. Because the divine power that Goddess Freyja had once carried away from the heavens still remained inside her.

The problem was that Luisia had never learned to wield it. The control of mana was like a floodgate. Within Luisia lay a vast spring, but the amount of water she could release at any one time had always been limited by the narrowness of that gate.

But what if that gate were suddenly thrown wide open?

Then the skill <Miko> would become exactly what its name implied. Luisia would no longer be any different from the gods themselves.

“…Luisia!”

Pauline called her name sharply.

The girl’s sky-blue eyes were steadily turning green. She’s drawing upon the gods’ power in such overwhelming quantities that, for the first time, Pauline was no longer certain that Luisia would ever return to normal.

A dreadful thought flashed through her mind.

Had the Chief God, Odin, been waiting for this all along?

Waiting for a girl with the power of creation to learn the terror of monsters… to grow stronger and stronger… and, in the end, arrive at the same conclusion he had.

Still on her knees, Luisia’s lips trembled.

“My big brother has always been the one protecting me… so…”

Tears welled in her eyes.

“I don’t want anything terrible to happen to him anymore!”

Then Luisia cried out.

“I don’t care about heroes or the horn…! If my brother dies, then none of it means anything…!”

Tears, illuminated by a green light, slid down Luisia’s cheeks. The light intensified, and Pauline was thrown back. The frost on the floor shattered, swirling into the air like a blizzard.

Coughing, Pauline stood up.

“Lu…Luisia?”

The girl, enveloped in green light, lowered her chin slightly in response to Pauline’s question.

Pauline gasped. Her eyes were wide open, yet there was no tension in her mouth or cheeks. Her green eyes turned towards Pauline.

“…Luisia?”

Even when Pauline repeated the question, Luisia showed no reaction. The noise outside was still palpable. Voices of monsters and people rained down from the ceiling. Without even moving an eyebrow, Luisia slowly raised her hand to the surrounding walls.

The girl extended a finger and pointed to the wall in front of her.

“Over there…”

Luisia turned her green eyes toward Pauline.

“I think there’s… something there that I can use.”

She was pointing toward the eastern side of the underground chambers.

To where the monster—the ratbone, Rata—was being held.

“It looks like the enemy has finally played all of its cards. If we can endure this, then we still have a chance to win. And even if we can’t…”

Luisia left the rest unsaid.

Then she smiled.

“Shall we go?”

It was a smile that made the muscles in her cheeks tremble. In that expression, she looked strikingly like Freyja. And to Pauline, it was both reassuring… and terrifying.

This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com

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I ran east with the goddess. It was early morning, and we were heading towards the sun, yet the light was the color of a sunset. The whole world seemed to have gone mad; it was terribly eerie.

Fenrir the Great Wolf fled, bathed in a bright red light.

“Solana, let’s drive him away and join Heimdall’s battle!”

“Yes!”

The ranks of adventurers stretched for more than ten layers to the front lines. I dashed through them using the speed of ‘Golden Flame’.

I reached the front lines.

A thunderous roar, like lightning, grew louder as I advanced.

Heimdall and Ymir were clashing swords and fists. The aftershocks of their power tore up the surrounding earth, and skeletons that carelessly approached were blown to pieces.

“Heimdall!”

I raised my voice.

His face covered in wounds, Heimdall grinned.

“So, you’ve come!”

“Yeah!”

Ymir’s colossal fist slammed into the ground. I ducked low and slipped beneath the spray of earth and stone that erupted into the air.

“Gah!”

A kobold that rushed at me was cut down with my short sword. The monsters from the Eastern Dungeon weren’t even a challenge anymore!

The eastern front, filled with veteran adventurers, was already pushing the monsters back in several places.

Solana spoke in a low voice.

“Before we join the fight, be on your guard. Ymir is not an enemy to underestimate.”

“I know. Loki said so too—that the enemy might have some kind of scheme—”

Then it happened.

The air trembled with a sharp, violent shudder. A chill crawled through my entire body.

“W-What…?”

A wall of sound crashed into us. Ymir was roaring at the heavens. Instinctively, I bent low. If I hadn’t, the sheer pressure of it felt as though it would have blown me away.

Solana stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around me protectively.

“This is… some kind of magic is flowing!”

The cries of monsters grew louder from all directions. An adventurer’s voice reached my ears.

―W-what is this?!

―The monsters I defeated are…

A cry of panic, almost a shriek. Even without using the blessing of the God of Hunting to detect it, I immediately knew something was wrong.

The monsters that had been defeated and are turning to ash rose one after another, resuming the battle. An adventurer was grabbed by a goblin with only one arm, and was swallowed by the wave of monsters, screaming.

―H-help—!

He desperately tried to suppress his fear. Goblins, kobolds, orcs, fire-beasted kobolds, water-horse kolbies, and giant soldiers. Type and size didn’t matter. Anything that had even a small piece of body left is being resurrected.

“Gu, ga…!”

I looked back over my shoulder.

The kobold I had cut down moments ago was standing again. It had switched the dagger to its left hand—probably because its right arm had turned to ash. Staggering unsteadily, it lurched toward us.

“…I-it came back to life?”

“No. I believe it is something else entirely.”

A sharp gleam flashed in Solana’s golden eyes.

“This… is not resurrection. It is something far more dreadful.”

The kobold charged.

“G… GRAAAAH!”

It sounded less like a battle cry and more like a scream of agony.

I have to put it out of its misery—

The thought flashed through my mind, and I swung with all my strength, slicing through its torso. This time, it was a killing blow. The body split cleanly in two and dissolved into pure white ash. Then I noticed something even stranger.

The kobold had dropped nothing. Not even a drop item—no, not even a magic stone, which monsters always left behind.

“Solana… what does this mean?”

“When monsters die, they leave behind a magic stone. Even in death, they retain a small amount of mana. But judging by what we are seeing…”

Her expression darkened.

“Ymir has ordered them to squeeze out even that last remnant of power.”

I was about to ask, For what?

But the answer was obvious.

“The magic stones…! Monsters always retain enough mana to form one, even after death…!”

A magic stone—the thing every monster inevitably left behind after dying. In a sense, it was the very core of their existence. And even that final reserve of mana… Ymir was forcing them to give it up.

Solana fixed her gaze upon Ymir, her eyes narrowing.

“He’s inflicting even more suffering upon monsters on the brink of death and forcing them to fight for a few minutes longer!”

The tide of battle was shifting once again. After retreating farther behind Ymir, the wolfbone Fenrir stood perfectly still, watching us.

Then Heimdall turned and shouted:

“Rion, get back to the walls!”

A chill ran through me, as though an icicle had pierced my spine.

That’s right…

The corpse of that monster is still there—

“Hurry! Protect your sister!”

The monsters that had already been slain surged toward Heimdall once more.

The front lines were being swallowed by a great black wave. The battlefield had already been stretched to its limit, and now all the enemies we had fought so hard to defeat were joining the fray again!

“B-But…!”

“Go! Do not mistake what matters most!”

I ran towards the castle walls. The vow to protect them at all costs now feels heavy.

“…I’m counting on you.”

From behind me, the roar of Ymir bringing his fist down echoed.

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For the first time in his life, the God of Hunting, Uru, experienced something utterly unthinkable.

In the middle of battle, he had nearly dropped his bow.

――OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Ymir’s roar thundered across the battlefield. It was the cry of the Primordial titan—the Creator himself—a voice that made every living thing tremble. Not only humans, but even the monsters ceased fighting for a single instant. Perhaps it was like flinching at the crash of thunder. No living creature could completely deny such instinctive fear.

“—Ah!”

Uru snapped back to his senses. He lowered his gaze, raised his bow, and searched for the one person he had been tracking until moments ago.

There was no sign of him.

His brow furrowed.

“…Freyr, where have you gone?”

He must have concealed his presence to coincide with the roar. The god Freyr now resided within a human body. If he completely sealed away his divine power, he could disappear among ordinary people.

Uru had been on guard for that possibility. Yet Ymir’s roar had stolen his attention for the briefest moment—and Freyr had seized that opening.

“Of all mistakes…!”

At that moment, cries erupted from the ground. Near the city walls, Hati—who should have been dead—had risen once more, leaning upon his staff.

“G… Ga… Grr…!”

Once, he had possessed a towering frame over two meters tall, but his entire left side was already gone. Everything below one knee had turned to ash as well. To say he had stood up would be inaccurate; it was more as if he had merely dragged himself upright. The center of his forehead had caved in deeply, and from his left eye to beneath his jaw, an entire portion of his face was simply… missing.

One half of his face remained, its mouth split grotesquely to the ear. The other was a hollow ruin, with only a solitary eye left behind.

That vacant gaze stared fixedly at the city wall.

“Gah…”

And yet, Hati still used magic. Obeying the command of his Creator, he raised cries of agony and terror and swung his staff.

“Resurrection…!?”

Uru loosed a flurry of arrows.

Even as divine arrows pierced both eyes, his chest, and other vital points, Hati did not cease his spellcasting.

A chill spread through Uru’s chest. It was like looking at a marionette. There was no will left in it, no awareness of pain—only a thing driven onward by fear.

Mia and Felix were still nearby, but neither the chain-axe nor their magic possessed enough power to completely obliterate Hati’s shattered body.

“Gih… Gah… Kaaah!”

The final struggle of a legendary monster.

Ordinarily, Hati would have vanished and left behind an enormous magic stone. Instead, every last ounce of the power that should have formed that stone was being converted into magic. The defenders on the wall had likely believed the sudden assault was already over.

And then it came.

Flames, boulders, and ice rained down in a torrential storm.

Shouts and screams erupted in succession.

The giant ballistae the dwarves had only just reset and the golem cores placed along the battlements were destroyed one after another.

“Ga… ah… ahh…”

After unleashing the last destruction of his existence, Hati finally collapsed.

He did not turn to black ash. He became white ash. His eyes remained wide open, and his twisted tongue protruded from his mouth, a final testament to the agony he had endured.

A hoarse whisper escaped Uru’s throat.

“He… forced them to fight until the very end of their lives… through terror?”

A shiver ran through him.

The relationship between the Primordial titan and the monsters…

It was one of absolute domination and absolute subjugation.

“…This is bad.”

Uru thought to himself, directing his thoughts towards the gods.

“I’m sorry, I’ve lost sight of Freyr. Judging by the atmosphere, a fierce counterattack is coming!”

Uru gritted his teeth. His plan was to lure the enemy into a trap and gain an advantage in battle. However, now that Fenrir and his men had been repelled, the defenses in front of the city walls were weakened. Perhaps the gods themselves had been lured in.

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The man, covered in blood and mud, blended in among the wounded returning to the city walls. Perhaps because he had pushed himself too far, his vision was blurred and his footing unsteady. As he staggered, someone caught him by the shoulder.

“…You look terrible. Here, lean on me.”

The man gave a small nod.

“Ah.”

His body was caked in mud. His blond hair had lost its luster, and the smell of blood clinging to him stung his nose. Though, in truth, almost all of it was someone else’s blood.

Borrowing the other party’s shoulder for support, he walked toward the walls like just another injured soldier. Then, before long, the roar of a monster echoed from the direction of the battlements.

It was Hati, driven mad with terror. Burning through the last remnants of his life, he unleashed a wild barrage of magic upon the walls. The events unfolding exactly as planned, the man narrowed his eyes.

“…Poor thing. Still, thank you for serving as a sacrifice, Hati.”

Not even a magic stone would remain after his death. Even the mana that should have endured as the core of his being—his magic stone—had been converted into spells and hurled away.

The agony must have been unbearable.

Setting one’s own body aflame would probably have been less painful. With a faint smile, Freyr wiped the mud from his face.

“I suppose it’s my turn now.”

His sword flashed once. The adventurer who had been lending him his shoulder collapsed to the ground. Stepping over the corpse, he moved on.

He had already reached the base of the city wall.

Columns of black smoke rose from the battlements, the aftermath of Hati’s magic. Freyr lifted his eyes to the temple’s great tower.

“My sister is in there.”

Concealing himself beneath mud, hiding among the wounded—there was nothing divine or noble about such conduct. Even so, for his sister’s sake, he would endure any humiliation, commit any atrocity.

A smile spread across his mud-stained face.

Then he broke into a run.

“You—you’re Freyr?!”

The shout came from an adventurer who must have known him back in Flocia.

Freyr showed no mercy. He cut the man down without a second thought. And kept running. Uru, high above, spotted him. Arrow after arrow came raining down on him.

But this—this was his greatest opportunity. The arrows he could not deflect buried themselves in his back. Even so, he never slowed. The city wall loomed before him.

Then he began to climb.

Archers. Giant ballistae. The dwarves’ golems.

Freyr cut down what little remained of the wall’s defenses, one after another, praying that someone—anyone—would follow through.

――OOOOOOOOH!

This time, it was the roar of the World Serpent, Jormungandr.

Its colossal body swelled even larger with mana until, for a moment, its head rose higher than the temple’s great tower itself. Though it had been losing its battle against Thor, this monster, too, had likely been forced to squeeze out the very last of its strength.

Standing atop the wall, Freyr drove his sword into the stone battlements. Mana poured into it.

Then he shouted with all his might.

“Here! Come here!”

Mjölnir crashed into the great serpent, drawing a spray of blood. Yet as though it felt no pain at all, Jormungandr hurled its massive body against the city wall. Already weakened by Hati’s magic and by the mana Freyr had poured into it, the wall finally gave in beneath the World Serpent’s charge.

It collapsed.

Using the serpent’s enormous body as a shield, the frenzied horde of monsters surged toward the temple through the breach. Far in the distance, Ymir had broken through Heimdall’s defense, leading countless resurrected monsters in his wake.

Toward the hole torn open by the serpent, Ymir and his army advanced.

This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com

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The adventurers’ triumphant cries rode the wind across the battlefield.

The lightning assault launched by the wolfbones—Fenrir and Hati alike—had been repelled by the youth holding the horn. The battle cries that had begun atop the city walls echoed over the crimson-stained hills.

—Drive them back!

—Come on, drive them back!

The raven tilted its wings.

A bird that served as a messenger of the Chief God, it circled high overhead, its keen eyes taking in the state of the battle below. Even the hard-pressed front lines had begun to change. The humans were starting to push the monsters back.

Word had spread that the rear guard had repelled the surprise attack, and the resulting surge in morale was undoubtedly playing a part. More than that, the battle lines themselves were being reorganized.

—Anyone’s weapon broken?!

—Wounded over here!

The exhausted soldiers at the forefront withdrew to the rear, while those who still had strength stepped forward to replace them.

When the Fenrir had been threatening the rear, confusion had disrupted communications, and the sheer danger posed by the beasts had made it impossible to rotate the front line with the reserves. The attacks on the city walls where the archers and mages were stationed had only increased the burden on those fighting in front.

But now, the threat behind them was gone. The preparations made beforehand—the cooperation between the various formations—were finally beginning to function as intended.

—Someone get over there and reinforce the eastern commander—the Jormungandr side!

—Stay away from the giant serpent! Leave that one to the gods!

—If the rear lines managed to push them back, then so can we!

—Push them back.

—Come on—push them back.

Against the monsters’ overwhelming pressure, humanity resisted first with its voices. The formation that had been steadily driven backward slowly began to breathe again. Though the battle seemed endless, the monsters were undeniably dwindling in number. That small glimmer of hope filled the adventurers with renewed courage.

The adventurers and knights carried to the rear were healed at once by the God of Medicine, Sigris. Those too gravely wounded to continue fighting were borne back inside the city walls on stretchers by the white dwarves who could take to the skies.

Even so, from high above, the sight remained unchanged: a black tide of monsters still surrounded the temple. More creatures continued to pour from the rift in the sky, while the Four Great Dungeones of the royal capital likewise spewed forth an unending horde.

The raven flew overhead, gazing down upon the battlefield. In the eyes of the Chief God, the contest had not yet been decided.

Having just completed what must have been his dozens of wide-ranging healing miracles, the God of Medicine, Sigris, left a trail of blue light behind him as he once again returned to the front lines to rally the defenders.

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The God of Medicine, Sigris, raised her spear high. Twilight gathered at its tip, its radiance deepening into a hue akin to gold. With a sweeping stroke, he slashed sideways, cleaving apart a blue, bat-winged siren soaring through the sky.

“Warriors!”

A torrent of blue mana descended upon the northern front.

The divine blessing spread through the ranks, and the wounds of the adventurers healed in an instant. Hundreds were restored at once.

Though the power of the awakening horn, Gjallarhorn, had amplified her strength, such a feat of healing was not something even Sigris could perform again and again. Even so, this opportunity was too precious to waste.

Raising her voice, Sigris called out:

“Forward! Drive the horde of monsters even farther away from the temple!”

A thunderous roar of assent rolled across the battlefield like a wave. Together with the knights clad in steel, the adventurers held the line. They had to slay as many monsters as possible, and as quickly as possible. If they failed, even for a moment, they would be pushed back and swallowed by the tide.

It was like trying to catch a waterfall in a cup.

The knights, who would ordinarily have charged on horseback, now fought on foot. The enemy outnumbered the cavalry by more than two to one; any charge they made would only end with them being engulfed by the sea of monsters.

—Let’s go!

—Push them back! Drive them into the ground!

The cries echoed from one warrior to the next, and even Sigris found her own spirit lifted by them.

Swords, spears, and great shields surged forward, forcing the monsters back step by step. Sigris herself descended to the ground and swung her spear. Its blade flashed through the neck of a towering humanoid monster—a giant soldier standing well over two meters tall.

The fierce valor of the Valkyrie only further inflamed the army’s morale.

“…At this rate…”

A smile touched Sigris’s lips.

Then a voice rang out within her mind.

It was from Loki, fighting on the western battlefield.

『Do you have a moment?』

The battle lines lay far apart, so distant that those on the ground could no longer see one another. Yet the gods could communicate through their divine power.

『Rion and Solana—and Felix and Mia as well—have driven back the wolves.』

“Yes. This is our chance.”

『Indeed. Mia and Felix performed splendidly. It was worth entrusting that task to them.』

A faint furrow appeared on Sigris’s brow.

She skewered several flame hounds, Garmr, with her spear and leapt into the sky before their blood could spatter her. From above, she looked toward the western battlefield where Loki was fighting.

“…You chose not to go and help them?”

『Nothing of the sort. We were barely holding on here ourselves. It simply turned out that we had no choice but to leave it in their hands.』

Sigris let out a sigh.

In other words, if Loki had truly pushed himself, he could have gone to their aid.

『But if humans defeat the monsters by their own strength, their morale rises immeasurably. They become heroes in truth, after all.』

Even as close to a gamble as it might have been, Loki had a habit of never failing when it mattered most. By now, he was probably wearing a satisfied smile, the corners of his drooping eyes curved even lower than usual.

Sigris pressed him.

“And?”

『Right, to the main point. Thor is currently fighting the World Serpent, Jormungandr. Heimdall is engaged with Ymir in the east, and Uru is keeping Freyr occupied.』

A thunderous boom erupted from the southern front. Even with the temple’s walls between them, Sigris could see the clouds of earth blasted into the air and the flashes of Thor’s lightning.

『Sigris, I want you to keep a close watch on Ymir. I’m stationed on the western side, so I can’t.』

“…I had no intention of lowering my guard in the first place.”

『I need more than that. Fenrir has withdrawn, and Hati is dead. But my instincts are telling me… things are going too well.』

Sigris turned her gaze toward the eastern battlefield.

The air itself continued to tremble, the result of Heimdall and Ymir exchanging blow after blow, their fierce clash showing no sign of ending. The god Heimdall was holding Ymir in check, waiting for reinforcements from his allies.

Now that Rion and the others had defeated Fenrir, this should have been their chance.

“…But…”

『I know. If we’re too cautious, we’ll let our opportunity slip away. Just keep the battle line intact with your healing and be prepared for any sudden change.』

With that, Loki’s message came to an end.

The meticulous God of Mischief would no doubt pass the same warning on to Uru and Solana as well, altering his wording ever so slightly for each of them.

Sigris returned to the front lines and, fighting shoulder to shoulder with adventurers and knights, swept aside the monsters that hurled themselves toward them.

Then thunder rolled across the heavens.

“That’s…”

In the southern sky, Thor soared upward, wreathed in storm clouds. His wild red hair was illuminated by the lightning dancing around his hammer.

But—

The God of Thunder was badly wounded.

Sigris’s instincts as the God of Medicine immediately sensed that something was wrong with the divine power emanating from Thor.

“…He’s been poisoned?”

His opponent was a serpent. Such a trick would hardly be beyond it.

Focusing her thoughts, Sigris reached out to Thor.

“Thor, what is your situation? If you’ve been poisoned, then I can—”

High in the sky, Thor glanced back at her for a brief instant.

『Ha! No need!』

The next moment, Thor vanished beyond the city walls with the force of a falling meteor. A deafening crash, like a bolt of lightning striking the earth.

Even on this side of the battlefield, the ground trembled. Then came the agonized scream of the World Serpent, Jormungandr.

“Even so…”

『The adventurers around me are doing a damn fine job clearing away the pests. Meaning, I can focus on the big one.』

Thor laughed, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Entrusting the smaller monsters to the humans while he concentrated solely on the World Serpent, Jormungandr, seemed to be paying off.

『I’m grateful—to them, and to all of you!』

“…Grateful, is it? To think that the fearsome God of Thunder would say such a thing.”

People could change.

So, too, could gods.

A faint smile touched Sigris’s lips as she swung her spear.

“Then let us give one final push!”

The instant the words left her mouth, Sigris shuddered.

She sensed something. A presence from the east—from the battlefield where Ymir and Heimdall were fighting.

Then, in the next moment, a mighty roar shook the air, drowning out every other sound as it rolled across the hills.It had come from Ymir.

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