Darkness filled the space—no, this galaxy. A myriad of stars bejeweled the space to form a giant galaxy. The long Milky Way floated endlessly above his head.0

That was the view that Odin had on his throne, which he called the Argentum Throne, before his death. He was always looking at <Asgard>, which had taken up the largest part of the vast Worldline. However, it was nothing but a mere part of the past that only a few remembered now after so many years.0

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“Remember, Odin,” Bestla said with sharp eyes.0

“Save your strength. Let’s do something about your wound—!”0

“Don’t worry about me.”0

“But—!” Odin shouted in an attempt to argue, but he was shot down once more.0

“Look at me! I know how I’m doing the best. I don’t have much time left, so don’t make me waste it.”0

“…”0

“Answer me, Odin,” Bestla urged.0

“... Okay.”0

“Now, look around you. What can you see?”0

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Sitting on his Argentum Throne, Odin closed his eyes. The memory, one belonging to the past far before the golden era, played below his feet. It showed an event that took place before Odin became a Creator Celestial and took the seat of a Celestial King.0

Bestla was his blood relative[1], but she...0