It still hadn't been enough.
Then a hand erupted through Odin's body from behind.
There had been no grand entrance, no violent distortion announcing the arrival of another opponent, and no enormous release of power that might have warned the Pale Devastation in time. The one responsible had deliberately remained outside the battle from its beginning, suppressing his presence and waiting while Frey and his family slowly pushed Odin toward the exact state he needed.
Agaroth had been waiting.
Frey's final attack had been the moment he chose.
The wound itself was severe, but that was not what made Odin's body react so violently. Something began consuming the Aura surrounding the injury, devouring power that had always obeyed the Pale Devastation as naturally as another creature might command its own limbs.
Agaroth had changed.
