Odin’s Warning

At the summit of the Himalayas, the icy wind cut like blades, howling across the vast frozen peak. The biting gale whipped Ancient One's yellow robes, making them snap loudly. Ancient One stood atop the Himalayas, her slender figure wrapped in wildly fluttering yellow robes. With her head raised, she gazed into the distance, solitary amid the wind and snow, as though she could see the countless distant starlights even across a river of stars. "He cannot die." In an instant, a voice echoed in Ancient One's mind.