Odin held the Eternal Spear, leading the Aesir Gods forward boldly.
"It's not your turn to show off!"
Hela sneered disdainfully, stepping over her father first, followed by countless shadows of departed souls from the Netherworld.
"You want to snatch this too?"
Heluo mocked with her mouth, yet her body leapt to the front of the line sincerely.
As those familiar faces rushed towards death, Luo En could no longer stand it, and charged at the invincible Time Giant with his sword.
If defeat is their inevitable fate, then let the Flames illuminate this final journey.
However, just as the blazing stars were about to collide with the band of extinguished light, the Holy Chant arrived at the battlefield first, like a song or a poem:
"You are the usurper of all defeated, bearing all the wounds of this world.
You were once the Thunder Spear of the firmament, tearing the spine of the earth.
You severed the turbulent flow of Styx, throwing the living into dead waters.
