American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

Miss Minutes was right—Alex and his team were much closer to the Asgardian Realm than they had initially imagined.

In the modern world, most people believed Asgard to be just another planet and that the Aesir, led by Odin, were merely an exceptionally powerful alien race.

But in reality, they were true "gods." The difference, however, was that unlike those deities born purely from faith, the Norse gods seemed to embody more "human" traits.

This distinction became even clearer when compared to other mythological pantheons from Earth, such as the Olympian gods or the Egyptian deities.

The Egyptian gods and the Olympians, such as Zeus and his kin, remained aloof and distant, rarely making appearances before mortals. In fact, by the modern era, it was nearly impossible to find temples dedicated to them on Earth.

Perhaps that was simply the nature of gods. Ever since Odin and his ancestors waged their conquests across the universe and unified the Nine Realms, they had resolved to relocate their realm into the physical universe, forging stronger ties with other civilizations.

It was this very connection between the Nine Realms that allowed Asgard to be so closely linked with Earth. Not only did Thor frequently travel to Midgard, but even Loki, in his younger days, would often slip through dimensional cracks to visit Earth for fun.

Over time, as Asgard established contact with various civilizations across the cosmos, its gods—once detached beings looking down upon mortals—began to develop compassion and kindness.

Although the Asgardians still referred to themselves as gods, their interactions with other civilizations had evolved beyond a mere hierarchy. At times, they even engaged in interplanetary trade, living more like a highly advanced civilization than divine overseers.

As a result, Asgard became a realm admired by countless civilizations across the universe.

But alas…

During the great battle of the past, Asgard and the entire Nine Realms were exiled beyond the veil of reality. They shattered the Mirror Dimension, becoming lost in the chaotic void of space, with even the borders of Hell suffering severe damage.

When one divine realm fell to annihilation, it was already too late for the others to escape. The Egyptian, Greek, and other pantheons—all of them—were caught in the same catastrophe, banished by a coalition of the universe's most powerful dark sorcerers.

The forces of the ancient dark gods were simply too overwhelming for these "young" deities to resist. Through the power of the Darkhold, villains such as the Red Skull had committed acts that defied all logic and belief.

Using the lingering energy of the Bifrost in the surrounding space, Miss Minutes quickly calculated the path leading to Asgard.

It was ironic—when Odin activated the Bifrost, he had only managed to send the two escape ships out of their dimension. Perhaps his goal had been to guide the refugees through the void and back into reality. But he failed—completely and utterly.

The two escape ships barely made it out of the Asgardian Realm before getting stranded. The energy of the Bifrost didn't last long before being torn apart by the raging chaos of space.

Even Odin himself likely had no way of knowing just how far Asgard had drifted from the real world.

Alex didn't dwell too much on the hidden truths of the past. All he knew was that the moment the Hogwarts Express shattered the dimensional barrier and entered the Asgardian Realm, everyone aboard was left speechless by what they saw.

As they passed through layers of thick, impenetrable mist, the desolation of the divine realm slowly came into focus.

Ragnarök had already long descended upon Asgard.

Fragments of the Sun Chariot and Moon Chariot floated in the sky, their wreckage stained with golden blood—the blood of gods. Yet, that divine ichor no longer pulsed with life or power.

The endless winter had raged for who knew how long. The bone-chilling northern winds swept through the heavens, carrying an unceasing blizzard across the land.

Asgard's once-golden palace had collapsed entirely. A massive, terrifying fissure stretched from the palace gates to the horizon, seemingly splitting the entire realm in two.

"By the gods…"

Billy Batson shivered. Having inherited the power of the Olympian gods, he was perhaps the one among them who could truly comprehend the gravity of this destruction.

It was unimaginable what kind of catastrophe had struck this land. Even after surviving the war on Apokolips, he was at a loss for words in the face of this devastation.

This was Asgard—a realm of living gods, unlike Earth, where most beings were mere mortals.

If even Odin, the god of war, kingship, and death, had been unable to stop this, Billy couldn't begin to imagine the fate of his own universe's Olympians.

Swallowing hard, Billy pressed his face against the window, staring at the ruin below with a mix of awe and sorrow.

"It looks like our suspicions were correct," Alex said as he walked up beside him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Asgard is now just a part of history."

The sheer devastation had clearly stirred painful memories for Billy—the pain of losing his own home.

Alex offered his comfort, though deep down, he wasn't feeling much better himself.

Speculation was one thing, but witnessing it firsthand was another.

Seeing Asgard in its current state made Alex feel a deep discomfort, as if something heavy was pressing down on his chest.

The atmosphere inside the locomotive grew solemn. Though not fully aware of the history, Brainstorm and Powerhouse remained silent, steering the train downward without a word.

The ground of Asgard was now covered in thick ice, blanketed by layers of heavy snow. As the train attempted to make contact, it immediately sank into the snowdrifts, which were more than two meters deep.

A ghostly green flame ignited in the void, clearing a vacuum in the snow with a surge of power. Only after this did Alex slowly open the train door.

"Even though this place is in ruins, it is still a divine realm—and a battlefield. I can't guarantee there is no danger here, so move cautiously," Alex warned, turning to look at Billy Batson with a serious expression.

"Billy, you three stick together and protect Franklin and Valeria."

"Leave it to me." Billy patted his chest. Though in pure combat power, even ten of him combined wouldn't be Franklin's match, Billy's years of hero experience were no joke.

His knowledge of battle far exceeded that of the two young prodigies beside him. With him watching over them, Alex felt somewhat reassured.

Nodding slightly, Alex floated up, hovering above the snow-covered wasteland. His gaze swept across the vast, frozen land, searching for anything familiar.

Ragnarök had clearly taken place long ago. Most traces of battle had been buried under the ice and snow, but faint remnants remained.

Half-buried in the ice was the wreckage of an Asgardian warship. The massive vessel was in complete disrepair, its metal exterior marred by dark scorch marks—evidence of some corrosive force.

Alex walked silently toward the shipwreck. As he wiped away the frost-covered glass of the control panel, he peered inside.

Through the transparent window, he saw an Asgardian soldier, frozen in death, his face twisted in terror, eyes fixed on the outside world—locking gazes with Alex.

Alex furrowed his brows and instinctively stepped back.

"Once again, all divine power and life essence have been consumed… What kind of monster would do this…?"

[Master, I must remind you that you, too, have used this method to enhance your power.]

"But I have reason and restraint. I don't slaughter supernatural beings for their power—much less desecrate gods," Alex replied in a measured tone.

Hearing this, Miss Minutes acknowledged his point.

[You're right. It seems our culprit has an insatiable appetite. Asgardian power grows stronger with age. Even though Odin was weakened, the sheer might within his body was undeniable.]

"You've found Odin?" Alex's eyes narrowed.

At his inquiry, Miss Minutes promptly responded.

[In the heart of the palace. Follow the fissure—you'll find him at its source.]

Without hesitation, Alex moved, flying swiftly toward his destination.

As he followed the enormous crack through the ruined palace, more wreckage and corpses came into view. The remains of fallen warriors lay scattered across the frozen halls, half-buried in the snow, as if they had been forgotten by time itself.

One corpse, in particular, caught Alex's attention.

A god had been nailed to the cliffside of the palace. Though long dead, he still gripped a broken sword in his hand. His eyes, however, had been gouged out.

"Heimdall, the Guardian of Asgard… Not just his divine power—his very eyes were taken as well. That thing…"

Alex clenched his jaw. These gods had once been protectors of the Wasteland Universe, yet now they had met an end in this forsaken dimension.

And if it weren't for him, no one would have even found their corpses.

[I don't know who the killer is, but I am certain of one thing—they came here specifically for Asgardian power.]

Finally, Alex reached the end of the fissure. There, at the heart of the destruction, he found Odin, the All-God of the Wasteland Universe.

He had been dead for a long time, yet he remained seated, his complexion still red as if he were merely resting.

Odin looked like an old man enjoying an afternoon nap, his face calm, as if he might awaken at any moment, smile warmly, and brew a cup of tea.

But Alex knew the truth.

Odin was no kindly old man.

And he was never going to wake up again.

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