Four days after Athens burned with divine light, the world held its breath.
Rumors spread through hidden channels which finally reached the ears of Odin and his Einherjar.
Putting a smile on Odin's face,he was happy for his friend's victory in battle he sent back a message to his friend Conri of his current location and the more detailed information he got directly.
Conri sat on his white flying wolf in the air over the North Sea, while his men horse trail behind as they ride on the sea currents follow behind him.
When an asgardian raven constructed from hard light and runic code — landed before him.
It carried Odin seal
Our Intel's are correct, Olympus conspires with other Earth pantheons. They seek to preemptively strike your kingdom, fearing its rise. I march to Olympus. Six thousand Einherjar. — Odin
Attached were battlefield projections
Zeus had been meeting with representatives of other pantheons operating quietly on Midgard — gods who feared the balance shifting after witnessing Conri's clash with Athena.
The plan?
Force Conri into open aggression. Brand him a global threat. Unite the pantheons under Olympus' banner.
Conri eyes darkened.
Although he knew helping asgard in the battle of nine realms, would bring unwanted attention to him and his people, the advantage outscale the disadvantage.
Conri knew that they would be possible retailaton or confiscation of his people by other pantheons or older beings.
When Odin first told him in asgard that the pantheon of earth are colliding and scheming together to lure him out he thought by attacking the strongest pantheon Olympus,the rest would step back in fear who knew the whole orchestrator of this event was the Olympians to begin with.
"They dear move against my people," Conri said quietly.
"They mistake restraint for weakness."
While in Olympus
Zeus was in deep thought, he was wary of the new rising divine presence that helped asgard in defeating the frost giant and dark elves, so he convened a secret council with other Earth pantheons.
In the council
Zeus spoke "a self-made god, unaffiliated with Celestial design, growing in influence among mortals and our own rank".
"If Conri ascended further, he would not answer to Olympus or any pantheon" .
"So we either provoke him to lure him out" .
"Encourage unrest around the world to manipulate events so Conri will appear as an aggressor" .
Every god in the council agreed with Zeus plan.
After receiving the news he moved toward the direction of mount Olympus the raven showed him before dissolving.
It took Conri and his men's few hour's before they arrived in mount Olympus.
Mount Olympus was already ablaze with war when Conri arrived.
Einherjar shield formations clashed against divine warriors. Ares tore through Asgardian ranks. Apollo scorched skies with solar fury. Hera reinforced Olympus' divine barriers.
At the summit—
Zeus and Odin clashed.
Thunder versus Odinforce.
The sky split with each strike.
Then—
An emerald arc tore through the storm
Conri landed between armies, blade drawn, aura expanding into the spectral white hound behind him.
The battlefield froze.
Odin glanced sideways, blood streaking his armor.
"You came."
"You marched without me," Conri replied.
Even in war, respect endured.
Zeus descended from the clouds.
"You would form a pantheon without Olympus?" he thundered.
Conri's voice remained steady.
"I would form one without chains."
Zeus hurled a bolt meant to erase Conri's growing divinity.
Conri split it in midair.
Odin expanded runic fields, stabilizing reality from tearing apart.
Ares charged;Conri disarmed him in three movements, leaving the war god kneeling but alive.
Apollo's solar barrage was extinguished by Odin's spear.
Athena stepped forward, recognizing escalation beyond control.
Because above the clouds—
A Celestial presence stirred.
Pantheon wars attracted cosmic attention.
And no god wanted that.
Athena addressed Zeus:
"If we continue, Olympus becomes irrelevant. The cosmos will intervene."
Zeus hesitated.
Odin lowered Gungnir slightly — not in surrender, but in acknowledgment.
Conri's aura receded just enough to show restraint.
Finally, Zeus spoke:
"You will not expand into Greek lands."
"I have no need for your cities."
The truth hung heavy.
He did not want Olympus' territory.
He wanted autonomy.
After a long silence—
Zeus withdrew.
Olympus stood damaged but not fallen.
Asgard prepared to depart.
On a northern cliff days later, Odin approached Conri.
"You could have pressed further," Odin said.
"Yes," Conri replied.
"But you did not."
"I am not building a throne of ashes."
Odin gave a faint smile.
"Then build wisely."
The war at Olympus had ended without extinction.
Mountains still smoked. Divine pride was wounded. The balance of pantheons had shifted.
Olympus still stood, though its pride was fractured.
Asgard withdrew with honor.
And a new branch of Yggdrasil had begun to grow — a realm promised by Bor, father of Odin, equal in size to Asgard and bound to the Nine Realms.
Conri had fulfilled his part.
Now Odin would fulfill his.
At the edge of Midgard's skies, the Bifrost opened wide and steady.
Odin stood before Conri's gathered soldiers and citizens — Nephalem, warrior clans, spirit-bound guardians, families who had chosen Conri's banner.
"By Bor's ancient oath," Odin declared, "a sovereign who stands beside Asgard in defense of the Nine Realms shall be granted a realm equal in sovereignty and strength."
The Einherjar formed protective ranks.
Conri stepped forward.
"Take them," he told Odin calmly. "Until the realm is ready."
Odin searched his face.
"And you?"
"I remain."
Odin understood immediately.
A king does not abandon the wounded battlefield.
The Bifrost carried Conri's people to Asgard, where they would await the shaping of their promised world — a realm the size of Asgard itself, nourished directly by Yggdrasil's lifeforce.
When the light faded, Conri stood alone in Greece.
For days, Conri walked the lands scarred by divine war.
He healed mortal soldiers abandoned by frightened commanders.
He rebuilt shattered villages with precise strikes of emerald energy that fused stone and earth back together.
And when he found the fallen —
He drew Tyrfing.
Not the cursed blade of legend.
But a divine sword bound to his domain of heroes.
Its edge shimmered silver-green.
When placed upon the chest of a fallen warrior who had died bravely, the blade pulsed softly — and breath returned.
Not all.
Only those whose spirits still clung to purpose.
Conri did not revive for power.
He revived for balance.
Whispers began spreading among mortals:
A silver god walks the ruins.
He does not demand worship.
He restores.
Olympus watched in silence.
It was at twilight, among broken olive groves outside Athens, that Conri sensed something different.
Not divine lightning.
Not celestial energy.
But sorrow.
She stood alone in a black robe, dark hair moving in the wind.
Her eyes were sharp — ancient with knowledge far beyond her years.
She did not kneel when she saw him.
"You are the one who defied Olympus," she said.
"And you are the one who does not fear me," Conri replied.
She gave a faint, bitter smile.
"I fear nothing. It changes nothing."
He studied her carefully.
There was a curse upon her — faint but unmistakable.
Threads of golden light twisted around her soul like chains.
"Apollo," Conri said quietly.
Her jaw tightened.
"My name is Cassandra."
She did not introduce herself with pride.
She stated it like a warning.
"Apollo granted me prophecy," Cassandra said. "When I refused him… he cursed me."
"To never be believed," Conri finished.
Her eyes flickered with surprise.
"You see it."
"I see many things."
She laughed softly — not with joy, but exhaustion.
"I have warned kings. I have warned generals. I have warned mothers of burning cities. And they smile politely… and ignore me."
The wind passed between them.
"You are a god," she said. "You will not believe me either."
Conri stepped closer.
"I do not need belief," he replied calmly. "I require truth."
For the first time, she hesitated.