Four hundred and seventy years after Valmythra severed its final spiritual tether to Earth, the World Tree shimmered with a pulse unlike any before.
The leaves of Yggdrasil trembled,the sky split in seven colors.and from the heavens descended a spear of golden light.
It did not burn,nor did it destroy,it was an announcement.
Bridge vast, radiant, woven of cosmic flame tore across the firmament of Valmythra like a ribbon of divine authority.
It was not the old bifrost, It was not the array Conri was gifted.
This was the will of the All-Father himself.
It was the call of Odin.
Within the Grand Hall of Silver Fangs, Anthony J. Conri sat upon a throne carved from star-metal mountain ore—R.O.B's final gift still echoing in its veins.
He wore no crown,he never liked crowns they were too heavy and too serious.
They were easy to knock off during a fight
Volkan shimmered across his shoulders in its white kimono and red plating, resting dormant.
Tyrfing lay across his lap, silent but awake.
The hall trembled as the divine projection of Odin formed before him one-eyed, regal, wrapped in ancient power.
"Anthony J. Conri," Odin's voice echoed. "Friend. Ally. Son of a being beyond even my sight."
Conri leaned sideways in his throne, elbow on the armrest.
"Wow. You didn't even send a raven first. Straight to dramatic entrance. I feel unprepared. Should I bow? Or should we hug?"
Vanri coughed behind him.
Odin's mouth twitched slightly.
"I continue my conquests," Odin said. "The outer galaxies bend. The Black Spiral Realms resist. I would have you at my side."
The hall went silent.
Illusionists with white hair exchanged glances.
Warlocks' runes pulsed faintly.
Healers folded their hands.
Mercenaries and adventurers held their breath.
"You're asking… or commanding?"
"Asking."
"Ah." Conri smiled softly. "Then I refuse."
Gasps rippled across the chamber.
Odin did not move.
"Explain."
Conri stood, Tyrfing humming as he rested it across his shoulder.
"I built this realm from ashes and broken promises. My people are growing. They are close… so close to awakening their divinity. If I leave now, I leave at the moment before ignition."
He stepped forward, eyes serious now.
"But I won't send you empty-handed."
His grin returned.
"I'm sending the fun ones."
Vanri of the Deraq Clan stepped forward.
Red hair like burning iron.
Crimson aura like a restrained beast.
He knelt.
"My Lord."
"You ready to see the universe?" Conri asked casually.
Vanri's eyes gleamed.
"Yes."
Behind him stood the Four Noble Clans
Deraq – Clan of Knights, Volcerak – Clan of Illusion, Cherusci – Clan of Warlock and Kesark – Clan of Healers.
Along side them was the mecernery guild of Iron Contracts and the adventure guild of the world branch.
Odin's gaze swept over them.
"They are formidable,and I think I have fought along side some during the midgard and Olympus saga."
Conri shrugged.
raised them well. Try not to break them."
"You will not join?"
Conri smiled.
"If it becomes serious, I'll come personally."
pause.
Then Odin nodded "I know."
The golden bridge expanded.
The armies of Valmythra stepped forward.
Vanri turned once more.
"My Lord."
"Don't lose your head."
Vanri smirked faintly.
"I only have one."
"Exactly."
With that, they ascended into the light.
The universe beyond Valmythra was not peaceful.
The Black Spiral Realms were ruled by beings who fed on collapsing stars and harvested dying civilizations.
Their fleets were living organisms.
Their generals devoured suns.
Odin's armies had already conquered nine sectors.
But this war…
This war required precision.
The battlefield floated near a collapsing nebula.
Odin's spear Gungnir pierced through cosmic beasts.
Asgardian warriors clashed against void knights.
Then Vanri arrived.
The red-haired commander stepped into space, aura flaring.
Knights of Deraq ignited crimson aura manipulation strengthening body and blade passively.
The air crackled.
"Advance!" Vanri commanded.
The Knights moved as one.
Aura reinforced muscle.
Aura sharpened steel.
Aura hardened bone.
Warlocks of Cherusci extended their left hands their red runic marks blazing.
Energy manipulation warped gravity around enemies.
Illusionists of Volcerak distorted perception enemy fleets fired at phantoms.
Healers of Kesark floated behind, blue-haired and calm, restoring torn flesh and shattered mana channels mid-combat.
Mercenaries and Adventurers executed independent strikes across fractured battlefield.
Odin observed.
Impressed.
"These mortals…"
"They are not mortals," Hela corrected.
"They are becoming something else."
A colossal void general emerged.
Six wings.
Four jaws.
A planet-cracker in its grasp.
It roared and shattered an Asgardian battalion.
Vanri stepped forward.
He exhaled.
His body shifted.
Red fur erupted.
Bones reshaped.
A towering Red Hound massive, regal, blazing with crimson aura.
Not equal to Conri's demonic form.
But mighty.
He lunged.
Claws tore void flesh.
Aura-infused bite severed a wing,
The void general screamed.
Warlocks bound it.
Illusionists blinded it.
Knights pierced it.
Vanri tore its core out with his jaws.
The battlefield fell silent.
Odin raised Gungnir.
"Well fought."
Vanri returned to human form.
"We serve Valmythra."
Overlooking conquered systems.
"Your Lord is wise," Odin said.
Vanri said nothing.
"He knows when to act… and when to wait."
Vanri's red eyes flickered.
"If a threat beyond our strength appears, he will come."
And Odin did not take Conri's absence to heart.
Because he understood something most did not, Conri was not avoiding war.
He was preparing something greater.
Back in the Silver Fang Hall, Conri lounged upside down in his throne.
Cassandra stood nearby.
"You sent your strongest forces away."
"Yes."
"And you remain?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Conri spun upright.
"Because something is about to happen."
Yggdrasil pulsed again.
Stronger.
The Nephalem citizens felt it.
The trace of divinity in their blood awakened by Conri's ancient sacrifice began to glow.
Children born that year had faint golden pupils.
Knights felt aura manipulation evolve naturally.
Warlocks' runes deepened in complexity.
Healers' mana became purer.
Illusionists' constructs gained substance.
Conri stood beneath Yggdrasil alone.
He placed his hand on its trunk.
"You've been patient," he murmured.
The tree answered with light.
The anomaly began in the Kesark Clan, For centuries, all born were female.
Blue-haired.
Gentle.
Divinely pure, then one night three infants were born.
Male.
Half Nephalem, half Asgardian essence awakened by divine resonance.
Each bore a minor divinity mark upon their foreheads.
The first male heirs of the Healers.
Cassandra rushed to Conri.
It has begun."
Conri smiled softly.
"Finally."
The final spark ignited.
Across Valmythra, Nephalem felt their blood transform.
The trace of divinity matured.
Not full gods.
Not yet.
But Divine Race in awakening.
Their presence grew heavier.
Their lifespan extended.
Their magic deepened.
Odin felt it from across galaxies.
He smiled.
"So that is what you were guarding."
Conri sat at the base of Yggdrasil, alone again.
He whispered softly.
"Oh father what have you done" [R.O.B.]
The realm's growth accelerated.
The special metal mountains expanded.
Mystical beast eggs hatched into celestial guardians.
The teleportation array evolved beyond Bifrost imitation capable of realm-scale manipulation.
The dual magic system libraries became self-updating.
Valmythra was no longer merely surviving.
It was ascending.
And Conri…
He was still at Peak Sub-Level Father but his divinities as expanded.
His Sword Divinity pulsed.
Hero's Divinity expanded.
Something deeper stirred beneath.
But he ignored it.
Because he had promised Odin.
If it became serious
He would come.
the deepest spiral of the conquered void, something ancient stirred.
Older than Odin.
Older than Mephisto.
It watched Valmythra's rise.
It watched Conri.
And it whispered
"The Son of the Random Overpowered Being…"
Odin felt it.
Vanri sensed it.
The warlocks trembled.
And in Valmythra.
Conri sneezed.
"…Huh. Someone's talking about me."
He stood.
Serious.
For once.
"Vanri's going to need backup."
Volkan ignited.
Tyrfing howled.
Conri grinned.
"Alright. Time to stop babysitting the realm."
He looked up at the sky.
"Hope you saved me a seat, my dear friend."
And the White Ghost stepped toward the heavens.