CHAPTER 68

The crowd gathered, eyes locked on the battlefield. The clash between two cosmic powerhouses was a rare spectacle, one that even Asgard's warriors had seldom witnessed.

Among them, only Heimdall and Valina remained composed, their expressions unreadable. The others—Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three—were left in shock, struggling to process what was unfolding before them.

Thor, still reeling from his battle wounds, turned to Frigga and asked in disbelief, "Mother… Who is this warrior? How does he wield such power against Father?"

Tears welled up in Frigga's eyes as she whispered the answer, "That is not a stranger, Thor." She hesitated, her voice breaking as she continued, "You should call him… brother."

The revelation hit Thor like Mjolnir striking Uru. His mouth fell open.

"Brother?" Thor gasped. "I have a brother?" His mind raced, struggling to grasp the truth. "Why is he fighting Father?"

Frigga's gaze darkened as she uttered a name heavy with meaning.

"Perhaps… it is because of your sister."

Thor felt the ground beneath him shift. A brother. A sister. Secrets of Asgard buried in shadows, now violently unearthed before him.

But there was no time for answers.

Odin and Ragna's battle had reached a critical point.

The All-Father, no longer able to sustain rapid melee combat due to his aging form, shifted tactics. He retreated, raising Gungnir, the All-Spear, and unleashed waves of raw energy. Crimson lightning and Bifrost-powered blasts streaked through the battlefield, each strike powerful enough to shatter mountains and vaporize entire armies.

Ragna merely smiled. A battle of endurance? Against him?

With the Space Stone, energy was infinite. Power was infinite.

Instead of dodging, Ragna used the stone's power to distort space itself, warping attacks around him. The battlefield twisted as Odin's divine spears and energy bolts bent, curving away from their target. The ground quaked from their clash, tremors rippling across all of Asgard.

The golden towers of the realm shook as their mighty duel raged on. The Bifrost—already damaged by Thor—was no longer at full power. Without it, Odin's ability to channel Asgard's full might through Gungnir was weakened.

Odin, sensing this, furrowed his brow. But something else flickered in his aged features—something long forgotten.

Pride.

For the first time in eons, he felt the thrill of battle. His ancient blood, once forged in war, burned hot again.

Yet, he knew the truth. Even with all his power, even as the All-Father of the Nine Realms, time was against him. His body could not sustain a prolonged battle against Ragna's unfading might.

He needed to end it.

Now.

A single moment of hesitation passed before Odin made his decision.

He roared, his voice echoing across the heavens: "Don't die, Ragna."

Ragna's eyes narrowed. What is he planning?

Then he saw it.

Odin stepped back, raising Gungnir high into the sky. The spear glowed with golden runes, ancient inscriptions older than Asgard itself igniting across its length. Odin's left hand reached forward, his right arm pulled back, and then—

He hurled it.

Gungnir—the Spear of the All-Father, the God-King's ultimate weapon, the divine lance that never misses—was unleashed.

The Meteor Strike.

It was said that not even the cosmos could escape its reach. That it would pierce anything—any shield, any armor, any god.

A blur of golden light ripped through the battlefield.

Frigga screamed.

Her mind flashed back to an ancient battle—Surtur, the mighty fire demon, his monstrous form felled by this very strike.

Back then, Gungnir's blow had shattered the Eternal Flame, severing Surtur's arm and leg, leaving him crippled for centuries.

Now, that same strike was coming for Ragna.

Valina, witnessing the attack, moved instantly. She didn't think—only reacted. She lunged toward Ragna, prepared to throw herself into the spear's path.

But she was too slow.

Meteor. Meteor.

It was too fast to see. Too powerful to resist.

It was already upon him.

Ragna barely had time to react. His vision blurred as Gungnir tore through the very fabric of space.

He reached out—instinctively, desperately.

His left hand opened.

In his palm, the Space Stone blazed.

The All-Father's greatest attack…

The universe's most powerful artifact…

The two forces met.

And then—silence.

There was no explosion. No burst of divine energy. No sound.

Only a soft, almost anticlimactic tap.

Gungnir… fell.

It struck the ground without resistance, its divine edge blunted, its runes dimmed.

Ragna stood there, breathing heavily, his palm still glowing.

He had done the impossible.

Meteor Strike—undefeated in history—had failed.

Heimdall's golden eyes widened. "That's… not possible."

Valina stopped mid-step.

Thor's grip tightened around Mjolnir. "What… just happened?"

Even Odin remained frozen for a moment. His strongest attack. Blocked.

By one hand.

By one gem.

The truth was simple. Only an Infinity Stone could resist another Infinity Stone.

The six stones—linked together—formed the foundation of all reality.

And while Odin was mighty, he was not the cosmos itself.

A bead of sweat rolled down Ragna's forehead. Even he had to admit—that was too close.

Then, he exhaled. His stance relaxed. His fingers twitched—and with a flick of his wrist, Gungnir flew into his grasp.

He spun it once, feeling its power.

Then he turned to Odin.

The battle was over.

Odin, drained from the attack, staggered slightly. His power was waning. His divine body—aged, weathered by time—could no longer withstand an extended fight.

Ragna stepped forward, Gungnir now in his hands.

The legendary All-Spear, the weapon of Asgard's greatest king… now wielded by another.

Loki had once used Gungnir to slay Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants, with a single thrust.

Now, Ragna held it.

One warrior ascended.

One warrior fell.

In this moment, the outcome was clear.

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