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Fandral watched Sif's departing back for a moment longer than necessary, his expression slowly turning thoughtful. The usual confidence in his eyes dimmed slightly, replaced by a faint trace of doubt. He tilted his head, narrowing his gaze as if trying to see through something invisible.
"I don't know why," he said after a pause, "but Sif seems… strange today. Do you feel it too, or is it just me overthinking?"
Hogun, who stood beside him like a silent mountain, gave a slow nod. His sharp eyes followed the direction Sif had gone, observing quietly, as if analyzing something deeper than what appeared on the surface.
"You're not wrong," Hogun said in a low voice. "She does seem troubled. Something is weighing on her mind."
Volstagg, however, had already picked up a piece of roasted meat from the table and was happily chewing, completely immersed in his own world. Hearing their words, he waved his hand dismissively, grease still on his fingers.
"You two think too much," he said with a grin. "She's probably just hungry. When I'm hungry, I look exactly like that."
Fandral immediately rolled his eyes.
"Don't compare everyone to yourself," he snapped. "You walking rice barrel."
Volstagg laughed loudly, clearly not offended in the slightest, and continued eating as if nothing in the world mattered more than food.
---
Inside the Immortal Palace, the grand feast was in full swing.
Long golden tables stretched across the hall, filled with all kinds of delicacies—roasted meats glistening with oil, fruits that seemed to glow faintly under the palace lights, and endless cups of strong Asgardian drink. Soldiers laughed loudly, their voices echoing through the massive hall. Men and women alike sat together, raising their cups, tearing into food, celebrating without restraint.
The atmosphere was lively, almost overwhelming.
But Sif…
Sat among them like a shadow.
Her eyes swept over the table full of food, yet none of it attracted her. Normally, she would have at least shared a drink with the others, perhaps exchanged a few words—but today, everything felt distant, tasteless.
Her hand rested lightly on the table, but she didn't touch anything.
Her mind was elsewhere.
On the sword.
On him.
A faint ripple passed through her eyes.
She suddenly stood up.
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the hall.
"Sif!" Fandral called out behind her. "You're not eating?"
Sif didn't turn back.
"You continue," she said calmly. "Don't mind me. I'll be back soon."
Her voice was steady—but her pace was faster than usual.
---
She walked along a long corridor of the palace, the golden walls reflecting soft light around her. The noise of the feast gradually faded behind her, replaced by silence.
Finally, she stopped.
In front of her was an open corridor overlooking the vast expanse of Asgard. The sky shimmered faintly, and the distant architecture stood like a dream—magnificent, timeless.
"Asgard… really is beautiful," she murmured softly.
"Yes," a voice suddenly sounded from her side, calm and familiar. "It truly is a beautiful place."
Sif's eyes instantly turned cold.
"You're still not afraid of death," she said. "You actually dare to speak here."
The voice came from the sword at her waist.
Jack.
He sounded completely relaxed, as if danger meant nothing to him.
"From your expression," he said lightly, "your mood seems quite bad. Looks like I've caused you quite a bit of trouble. I should apologize."
His tone carried no sincerity.
Then he added casually, "You could expose me right now. Maybe a group of Asgardian gods will come and kill me together."
Sif's hand tightened slightly on the sword.
"This is my mistake," she said coldly. "I will deal with it myself."
Jack chuckled softly.
"Strong spirit. Principles. I like that," he said. "But we don't necessarily have to be enemies. After all… I haven't done anything to Asgard."
Sif's eyes darkened.
"But what you've done to me…" she said slowly, "…only your death can relieve my hatred."
Jack's tone turned slightly amused.
"I'll make you change your mind."
"You're dreaming."
"Dreams are meant to be pursued," Jack replied. "For example… I've been thinking about destroying this beautiful place."
Sif let out a cold laugh, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Destroy Asgard? Wake up from your dream. No one can destroy Asgard. It has stood for thousands of years—it will not fall."
Jack's voice carried a faint hint of interest.
"Sounds impressive," he said. "We'll see."
Before Sif could respond—
The sword vanished.
Gone.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Come back!" she snapped, her voice low but sharp. "Don't run around—"
She clenched her fist tightly.
"Hateful… you think you can destroy Asgard? Here, your only end is death."
---
Deep within the Immortal Palace, guards patrolled in organized formations.
Golden armor gleamed under the light. Long spears rested firmly in their hands. Their footsteps were steady, their presence imposing.
Two guards walked side by side, speaking quietly.
They never noticed—
The danger behind them.
Two sharp blades shot forward at terrifying speed.
Piercing straight through their hearts.
The guards froze.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they looked down at their chests. Blood spread slowly, staining the golden armor.
They couldn't understand—
How could they be attacked inside Asgard?
Then—
Their bodies collapsed.
Jack appeared in front of them, stepping out as if from thin air. His expression was calm, almost bored.
He dragged the bodies into a nearby corner.
Quickly, efficiently.
Then—
He stripped one of the guards of his armor and put it on himself.
Moments later, he walked out again.
Now disguised.
Another guard.
---
He moved through the palace naturally, blending into the patrol routes. Soon, he arrived in front of a building with three large characters engraved above the entrance:
Medicine Pavilion.
Jack's lips curled into a smile.
"Medicine Pavilion…" he murmured. "There should be plenty of good things inside."
Without hesitation, he walked forward.
Two guards at the entrance stopped him.
"You're on patrol," one said suspiciously. "Why are you here?"
Jack replied calmly, "I have orders from the All-Father to retrieve medicine."
"Imperial decree?" the guard asked.
Jack smiled faintly.
"Come closer," he said. "I'll show you."
The two guards stepped forward—
And froze.
They never saw his hands clearly.
Only felt—
Their throats being grabbed.
Lifted.
"You… you…" they struggled weakly.
Jack's voice turned cold.
"Go ask your imperial decree from the God of Death," he said.
His hands tightened.
Crack.
Both necks snapped instantly.
Their bodies went limp.
Jack dragged them inside.
---
The moment he entered, a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.
In the center stood a massive pill furnace, flames burning beneath it steadily. Around the room were countless metal boxes, neatly arranged.
Jack looked around, impressed.
"So there really are immortality pills," he muttered. "As expected of Asgard… they know how to live."
His eyes gleamed.
Without hesitation—
He waved his hand.
A blue light flashed.
All the boxes disappeared.
Stored away instantly.
---
He then walked toward the furnace.
"There must be something good inside…"
"Who are you?!"
A voice suddenly shouted.
Jack turned.
An old man with white hair stood there, his presence calm but extraordinary.
Before the man could react—
Jack appeared behind him instantly.
A blade pressed against his neck.
"Don't shout," Jack said softly. "Or I'll kill you."
The old man didn't panic.
"You're not Asgardian," he said.
Jack smiled slightly.
"You people can refine immortality pills?" he asked. "Answer properly… or die."
The old man snorted.
"That's nothing," he said proudly. "We Asgardians master many forms of knowledge. Refining pills is basic."
Jack's eyes lit up slightly.
"Then what are you refining now?"
"Fusion Pill."
"What does it do?"
The old man answered calmly.
"It strengthens the body, extends life, increases power… but its greatest function—"
He paused.
"—is to fuse different energies within the same body."
Jack's pupils shrank slightly.
Then—
He smiled.
"A good thing," he murmured.
His voice turned low.
"This pill… belongs to me."
---
A faint excitement flashed in his eyes.
If it worked—
It could solve everything.
His power.
His compatibility issues.
Everything.