Chapter 226: C219
Loki stood motionless in the hall, his eyes filled with fear. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He knew exactly whose voice it was and why it had suddenly appeared in that place.
The instigator of everything—the one who had casually massacred Laufey and his entire army—was none other than Leon.
Although Loki hadn't faced him directly, the sensation he'd just experienced was akin to being submerged in the deepest ocean, surrounded by pitch-black darkness. The crushing pressure of seawater seemed to squeeze him into pulp. The suffocating, breathless despair left him utterly powerless.
Was it some kind of magic?
No. It couldn't have been magic. Loki, a master of the arcane, was certain of that. The other man seemed to possess a way to pierce through the boundaries between dimensions and reach into his very soul. In a manner Loki couldn't comprehend, his soul had been dragged into that strange, despair-filled world.
Loki was sure of one thing: if Leon wanted to kill him, he could have done so effortlessly—even from two worlds away.
The sheer terror of that realization paralyzed Loki. The overwhelming power Leon exuded reminded him of facing Odin as a child—a majesty that pressed down on him with an irresistible force. Just one glance from Leon was enough to snuff out all hope of survival.
Such a force, now revealed to exist in a realm Loki had once dismissed as insignificant, filled him with regret and dread.
Why had it come to this?