Odin, Don’t Make Me Bring About Ragnarok

At the broken bridge, the sea wind howled. Ancient One stood in a yellow sorcerer's robe, her lean face carrying a trace of chill. The sea wind blowing in from the side made her yellow robes flap loudly. "Is Asgard going to tear up its agreement with the Sorcerer Supreme?" Ancient One spoke coldly. The Sorcerer Supreme was a legacy passed down since prehistoric times, a lineage of mages who protected Earth from magical corruption. Among the successive Sorcerer Supremes, some had been strong and some weak.