The courtyard of Asgard, which until moments before had been merely a training space marked by impacts and well-established routines, had now transformed into something completely different: a point of convergence. The change wasn't announced, but it happened inevitably. One by one, presences began to appear, not by formal summons, but because something in that place had drawn enough attention to not be ignored.
And now… they were all there.
Forming a circle.
Not perfectly organized, nor symmetrical, but still closed enough to create a clear sense of absolute focus on a single central point.
The small creature.
She remained in Strax's arms at first, but not for long. At some silent—almost imperceptible—moment, he placed her on the ground, and she showed no resistance. She simply stood there, in the center of that circle, small, motionless… observing.
Always observing.
