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"The enemies of Asgard, the time for revenge has come." Mangog's voice echoed through countless portals opening across Asgard.

"I summon you all here for a singular purpose: to take Odin's head! Frost giants, trolls, demons... attack Asgard and let chaos reign!"

Figures emerged from the portals: frost giants, trolls, demons, and even Kree warriors. Asgard's historical foes appeared, spreading havoc upon arrival.

In moments, chaos engulfed Asgard as its enemies clashed with its defenders.

Near Forseti's residence, a portal disgorged a dozen trolls. They stormed towards Forseti's door and forcefully burst it open.

But before they could advance, a massive stone fist emerged from behind the door, slamming into the lead troll's face with tremendous force.

"Boom!"

The troll was hurled backward, bloodied and unconscious upon impact.

"Witness the power of Shilut!" Forseti exclaimed, as debris flowed from his mouth, solidifying into stone that immobilized the remaining trolls.

"Boom!" Shilut roared as his first arced through the air, shattering both rock trolls and stone into fragments.

"Shilut, go to Eir's abode," commanded Forseti.

Though young, Shilut's strength far surpassed that of most Asgardian warriors from a millennium past, approaching that of a first-tier deity. Eir, adept in magic, could protect herself and her surroundings with ease.

"Om," acknowledged Shilut, rushing towards Eir's apothecary.

With Asgard under siege, Odin, Ullr, and their allies could no longer focus solely on Mangog.

"Join the battle elsewhere; I'll handle Mangog," Odin instructed.

"He has the advantage over you alone," Tyr cautioned.

Mangog, embodiment of Odin's accumulated hatred, possessed abilities that allowed him to suppress Odin, reducing the All-Father's might to that of a mere third-tier deity, despite Odin's usual immense power.

"Don't worry. He's weakened now; I can manage," Odin reassured, as Ullr and the others departed to confront the invading enemies.

"You're overconfident, Odin," taunted Mangog.

"Hmph!" Odin retorted, brandishing the Eternal Spear. Colorful lightning cascaded from the skies, striking Mangog with ferocity.

Moments ago, Mangog had faced a combined assault from four warriors. Now, weakened, he struggled against Odin's onslaught.

Yet as the battle raged, Mangog's strength surged, his wounds healing.

Odin's expression darkened. "Why is he growing stronger?"

"I am the manifestation of Asgard's enemies' hatred towards you," Mangog revealed. "Every slain Asgardian feeds my power. The more you fight, the stronger I become!"

Odin's realization only deepened his despair. With Asgard beset by enemies, each victory only fueled Mangog's strength.

Elsewhere, alongside Hela, Forseti led a band of warriors against trolls and frost giants near Landvety.

During the skirmish, Forseti spotted a group of demons lurking nearby.

Demons!

Despite Forseti's reputation as an Aesir deity renowned for his ability to combat evil, demons remained largely unaware of him, their existence shrouded in hellish isolation.

Upon seeing Forseti, however, the demons chose battle over flight, attacking him as they would any other Asgardian.

Forseti smirked, tightening his grip on the Sword of Rivendell.

"Judgment Sword!"

The blade erupted in a burst of divine light, cleaving through a demon's shield with explosive force.

"Boom!"

The Sword of Rivendell radiated a brilliant punishment, obliterating a demon and demolishing a nearby building like a falling meteor.

Forseti pressed his attack, wielding the Sword of Blessing in a sweeping spiral that swiftly dispatched several more demons.

In moments, a dozen demons lay defeated, their deaths empowering Forseti's divine mana through the Sword of Rivendell's vengeance effect.

Every demon slain revitalized his magical reserves, seemingly without limit amidst the thousands besieging Asgard.

Flushed with newfound power, Forseti cast aside caution, summoning the Light of Dawn upon his allies. This potent healing spell bathed the battlefield in radiant holy energy, swiftly mending wounds sustained by Asgardian warriors.

One blond youth, on the brink of death, found his life saved by the Light of Dawn's touch. His severe injuries began to heal instantly, allowing him to swiftly dispatch a troll warrior with a retaliatory strike.

"Asgardians, hold the line!" Forseti rallied his comrades, heartened by the endless reservoir of mana gifted by his fallen foes.

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