Chapter 165: Sons of Asgard

Chapter 165: Sons of Asgard

Led by Heimdall, the group finally stepped into the private quarters of the grand castle. A magnificent throne room stretched before them, bathed in golden light that cascaded from the high stained-glass windows. The architecture was awe-inspiring—massive pillars adorned with ancient runes lined the hall, and intricate carvings of battles long past were etched into the walls. It was a place fit for a king. No, a god.

But none of that mattered as much as the figure seated on the throne.

A man, aged beyond reckoning, sat in the midst of the room, exuding an air of both wisdom and authority. His long silver beard rested against his chest, and beneath his thick, fur-lined robes, power seemed to pulse like a restrained storm. His one remaining eye gleamed with a mix of emotions—was it satisfaction? Gratitude? Or something else entirely? Axel couldn't tell from a distance, but something about that gaze sent a chill down his spine.