Dodging streaks of incoming energy beams, Odin returned to the shattered carriage. The two winged horses had long since perished, their corpses suspended in the zero-gravity space.
He raised Gungnir, his spear, with white Odinforce coiling around it, and hurled it forcefully toward Galactus—his customary method of attack.
Like a meteor streaking across the void, Gungnir whistled through the air and struck Galactus' armor without him even noticing. However, to Odin's embarrassment, the weapon wedged itself in the crevice of the armor, stuck fast.
Compared to Odin's figure, Galactus was simply colossal—so much so that he hadn't even registered the attack.
Odin gestured for his spear to return, but there was no response. The Odinforce wrapped around it was gradually fading, completely absorbed by Galactus.
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After Odin departed, Heimdall forcibly dragged Thor—who was desperate to assist his father—to help the soldiers who had fallen into the water and the civilians still trapped.
Chaotic energy flickered across the sky, emitting low, rumbling sounds. The cloud cover was dense, and the excess energy from the battle above was continuously absorbed by Galactus, making it impossible for Garus to see what was happening. He couldn't tell if Odin would be able to defeat Galactus or even hold him off.
Galactus had been lured to Asgard by the Silver Surfer's board, which Garus had brought. If he didn't intervene, both Odin and Thor would undoubtedly come for him later. Being marked by All-Father-level beings was never a good thing.
"It's time to summon Sindragosa." After a long period of recuperation and the nourishment of countless souls, the frost wyrm had fully recovered—stronger than ever before.
"I heed your summons!" The frost wyrm materialized over the lake beside the Bifrost, exhaling a freezing breath that instantly turned the surrounding area into ice.
"Mas...ter..." Sindragosa's reconstructed body stood on the frozen surface, her voice trailing off before correcting herself—shocked by the overwhelming power radiating from Garus. The Infinity Stones' power had already merged deeply into his being, leaving her in awe.
"Who's our enemy this time?" Though she no longer had blood flowing through her veins, the prospect of battle still filled Sindragosa with excitement.
"Above, in the clouds." Garus patted her icy scales. "A lifeform stronger than anything we've ever faced."
Sindragosa lowered her head, allowing Garus to climb onto her spine.
"Roar!" With a grotesque bellow, her wide wings unfurled. Soul flames flickered in her hollow eye sockets as she flapped her wings, ascending into the sky.
Hearing the commotion near the Bifrost, the remaining Asgardian civilians looked up.
"A monster from Jotunheim?"
"No, that's a powerful creature summoned by Garus of Midgard." Thor's heart brimmed with resentment toward the man who had started all this. He was already plotting how to extract compensation from Garus once this ordeal ended.
The frost wyrm carried Garus into the dark cloud layer. Chaotic energy swirled violently around them, forcing Sindragosa to raise an arcane shield.
Before long, they pierced through the clouds into a lifeless space—gravity absent, debris floating all around.
Below them, Odin and Galactus were locked in fierce combat. The All-Father radiated white light, his form magnified into that of a giant as he wrestled with the cosmic entity.
Sindragosa's sudden appearance drew the attention of both combatants. They separated, with Odin dispelling his Odinforce construct.
"Detestable deathly presence..." Galactus loathed death deities, their ancient enmity festering through countless eons—though neither could ever fully destroy the other. Such was the strength of Galactus' true form.
Sindragosa's soul flames flickered at the sight of Galactus. "Pantheon Titan?"
It was Garus' first time seeing Galactus' true visage. He couldn't help but admit the being resembled a Titan from another world—fallen, mad, and furious.
"Cough... you're finally here." Odin coughed, his power waning with each passing moment. Had he been in his prime, this Galactus avatar would have posed little threat. But age weighed heavily on him. His twilight was drawing near.
After this battle, he would likely fall. Without him to keep her at bay, Hela would return.
"Are you alright?" Garus asked, surprised by Odin's pallid complexion. "Where's your weapon?"
He noticed the All-Father's empty hands. If he wielded Gungnir, the battle wouldn't be this one-sided.
Following Odin's gaze, Garus spotted the spear lodged in Galactus' armor.
"That's your little toothpick?" The weapon looked pitifully small compared to Galactus' massive frame.
"Toothpick!?" Odin glared at Garus, speechless.
Galactus had no intention of letting them chat. His enormous body lunged forward, never showing mercy to those who disrupted his feast—most ended up becoming his sustenance.
"Sindragosa!" Garus leapt off the frost wyrm, hovering midair.
Sindragosa nodded. To her, Galactus looked more like a fallen Titan—mad and volatile—a worthy challenge.
The two massive beings clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the void. The frost wyrm's body, immense as it was, seemed like a mere fledgling before Galactus.
But she had arcane, death, and frost magic at her disposal. Though at a disadvantage, she could hold out for a while.
"Swish!" Garus narrowly dodged a flying piece of debris. The static charge from the impact made his hair stand on end.
He turned to see Odin retrieving Gungnir—dislodged from Galactus by Sindragosa's attacks.
"Devourer of Worlds, begone from Asgard!" Seizing the opportunity, Odin raised Gungnir, his body radiating white light as the Odinforce reshaped into massive wings. Lightning crackled around him as he transformed into a thunderous spear.
"Show-off..." Garus muttered. Death Knights didn't get flashy powers like that—only death and despair.
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