Black smoke curled up from Asgard's ground city. Wails filled every corner, and the place resembled ruins. The pungent stench of scorching and gunpowder rushed straight into the nose—a cruel scene of war. High above Asgard, Odin held Gungnir. Merely seeing the devastation and hearing the screams of the Asgardians made fury surge within him. His stern, wrathful face glared hatefully at He-El. "Odin, let's work together and deal with him first!" Though Odin's rage had risen to his throat, he still suppressed it.