Odin broke that rule.
Why had he deliberately distanced himself from the main battlefield and isolated himself?
Why had he ordered the Lord of Vainglory to ensure that no one except Clea herself reached him?
At that moment...
The First Writer finally began to understand.
If Odin had truly wanted a battle, he would never have cared about facing her one-on-one.
He would have attacked from the very beginning instead of allowing the Mist Creatures to charge first.
He could have confronted Clea and Frey together, with August, the Lord of Vainglory, at his side.
The battlefield Clea had entered...
Had been a trap from the very beginning.
"It is called the Thousand-Spear Abyss."
Odin's voice remained calm.
"It is a tool that draws its power directly from me. A dimensional prison that isolates whoever becomes trapped within it from the rest of the world through a thousand spears."
He glanced toward the countless gray spears consuming Clea.
