The large round table in Asgard's main hall was occupied.
It wasn't an ordinary meeting. It was a strategic meeting.
Every chair was filled, and for the first time since that group began to grow, there was no chaos, no shouting, no random attacks. Just… controlled tension… The most dangerous kind.
Strax hadn't yet sat down.
He stood behind his chair, observing them all while resting his hands on the back. His gaze was calm, but attentive—absorbing every expression, every gesture, every intention.
Because that decision… wasn't simple… Not by a long shot.
"So…" Scarlet was the first to break the silence, crossing her legs with an amused smile. "…who's going with Strax?"
Direct and to the point, exactly as always.
Strax didn't answer immediately; he let the silence linger.
Because he knew—
They would speak.
And it didn't take long.
"I'll go," Cassandra said, without hesitation. Her gaze was steady, straight at him. "It's non-negotiable."
