The Asgardians were known as the ruler of the planet for thousands of years. They were the pioneers of human civilization, and their golden age saw human civilization flourishing on the planet.

That all changed 4000 years ago, when the elves invaded the planet

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Molten rocks rained down from the skies, carving craters onto the wounded earth. Ultimate magic raged on the ground, freezing the mighty seas and shook the core of the planet itself.

Cries of the wounded could scarcely be heard back then, amidst the screams of agony and rage as acid rain and once hallowed grounds opened up to swallow their very being.

The Asgardians battled for their homeland to the bitter end, regardless of their imminent loss.

It was a world-changing event the Asgardians called the Ragnarok.

In the end, the remaining desperate Asgardians performed a forbidden spell that allowed them to stop the war.

Although the elves won, they were cut off from the outside world. Over the course of hundreds of years, the elves were finally forced to sign a truce with the humans to survive. This resulted in the creation of the Arcadian kingdom.

Across the sea, the remaining few Asgardians slowly developed their culture, trying to regain their future glory. They remember their defeat from the elves, and with fear and hatred still fresh in their mind, they rejected everything about the Arcadian humans who accepted the elves.

Despite the truce, smaller-scale conflicts remained and went on for thousands of years, with the Arcadians coming out on top. However, as time went on, the elves started to dwindle, and the Asgardians' numbers were growing steadily even with the conflicts culling their numbers.

When the peace treaty was signed, they agreed to create the 'conclave'. It was known as the way to communicate, and the tradition to speak of peace during one was considered sacred. Hence, the two always honored the tradition while they were in a conclave.

"Lord of the Asgardians, I am here to once again bring a message of peace. I wish the Asgardians would stop the invasion and raiding altogether." The Arcadian King said.

"Huh! This again?! We all know that the elves will meet their end soon. It is only a matter of time, and the Asgardians will rule this planet once more." Vidar, one of the Asgardian Aesir, slammed down the table and spoke.

"Stop it, Vidar. We are here to talk. Let the Arcadian king speak."

Callan closed his eyes, sat down, and spoke.

"Lord of the Asgardians, I came here to bring news of great concern. We all know that in the last dozen or so years, we have been visited by the sort we call 'outlanders'. I must inform you, these so-called visits have been increasing recently-"

Vidar, the pale-skinned Aesir, scoffed and cut in.

"What are you talking about? The one or two anomalies? We have seen this going on for thousands of years, this is nothing new!"

"I must respectfully disagree, Lord Vidar." The Arcadian king placed a scroll on the table, depicting pictures of outlander cases alongside numbers and statistics. "For dozens of years, I have dedicated my life to researching this phenomenon, and I have come to the conclusion that the mist will dissipate soon."

The words quickly made all the Jari concerned. If the mist really was open, there was a huge possibility they would once again be involved in the great war with outside elves.

Shouts can be heard all over the place, with the Jari and the elves accusing each other.

"Liar!"

"Impossible!"

"This is nothing but elven trickery!"

The Aesir raised his hand, and all the Jari immediately clamped their mouths shut.

"King Callan, please continue to tell us about your findings."

"I can prove the increase of outlander visits to this world with these numbers." King Callan pointed at one section of the scroll. "Here, you can see that in this year alone, half a dozen outlanders have arrived."

"Hah, that doesn't prove anything! He's just trying to distract us so we'll stop the invasion!"

"You can't be calling up the conclave because of this. Get to the point and tell us what you know!"

King Callan watched them until they stopped before saying. "It is the prophecy. There are signs of it coming true very soon. The White Three of Vanyar spoke of it, and..." The king fell into silence. At first, he wanted to talk about the existence of the blood elf, but he decided not to do so.

"Hahaha, elven prophecy?! Don't take us for fools!"

The king's eyebrows twitched, betraying his feelings, but he calmly stared at Vidar and replied.

"I thought even the proud Asgardians believed in the prophecy?"

Hearing this, Firsetti the young Aesir turn into a sudden contemplation

"We used to... If only Havi had returned among us, everything would be much easier."

The situation started to escalate yet again, and finally, Tyr who had been staring at the commotion quietly decided to raise his voice.

"There is no need to talk about this with mortals. We shall prove the truth through our clashing blades in the battlefield."

Vidar stood up and smiled in excitement upon hearing the words of the Asgardian god of war.

"Hahaha, such a great proposition from the mighty Tyr! I shall accompany you to the battlefield!" Vidar pulled out his weapon, its sharp metallic sound cutting the air, and pointed the tip of said weapon to the Arcadians.

The Kingsblade, along with the great mage Tobias, turned alarmed upon hearing those words from the strongest Aesir.

The situation became even more tense as the other Asgardian warriors followed suit and drew their weapons.

Once again, Firsetti became the voice of reason and stopped them.

King Callan stared at the only Aesir who appeared to still be undecided about this and asked.

"Lord Firsetti, as the god of justice, what is your decision?"

The Aesir turned quiet for a while and said.

"King Callan, unfortunately, I am not blessed with the wisdom of my predecessor. But I might have a solution to our problem. I have heard that you have a new interesting outlander among you."

An 'Outlander'? The king's thoughts went straight into the blood elf. He has had a lot of trouble recently. Do the Aesir know about this particular part of elven prophecy? What does he want with him?

Unfortunately, the King's line of thought was completely missed when he heard the Aesir words next.

"I want you to give us the girl."

The girl? What do they want with the blood elf's sister?

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,