"We cannot rely on Frey defeating the Pale Devastation."
Their plan was simple and desperate.
Once Odin entered the Land of the Writers, they would close every layer separating this world from the outside simultaneously.
Trap him here.
Then attack him with everything we had.
With every combat-capable Writer ...
Every weapon accumulated throughout our history.
They would turn the entire Land of the Writers into a battlefield and overwhelm Odin through numbers, continuously exhausting him until an opportunity appeared.
It was almost exactly what the Seven Heroes had done.
Just on a much larger scale.
"We do not need to overpower him."
A Council member pointed toward the projection.
"We only need one opening."
Another nodded.
"The Pale Devastation is not invincible. History already proved that."
I stared at them quietly.
They weren't wrong.
But something about the plan bothered me.
Perhaps it was because I had seen Odin. Or because I had felt that Aura.
Or perhaps...
