Valhalla Temple.

The tall man sitting on the throne is Odin, the king of the Aesir gods.

Odin's golden armor is wiped clean, and the two ravens representing thought and memory perch on his shoulders, while the two wolves symbolizing greed and gluttony lie at his feet.

His expression is solemn, as if sitting is a sacred act.

The ruler of the Aesir gods is always so great, making people want to kneel in worship.

Odin is waiting for another god belonging to the Norse pantheon, Njord of the Vanir gods.

That former hostage has finally stepped into Valhalla Temple today, representing the Vanir gods.

Njord has arrived, with her head held high, and there is no ripple in her gaze as she faces Odin.

"Njord, you have changed a lot."

"Yes, Your Majesty Odin, the respected king of the Aesir gods. I am no longer a hostage. Today, I come with the glory of the Vanir gods."

Although Njord is still looking up at Odin, she knows that today she is also a queen.

The two kings confront each other, neither willing to yield.

"Njord, as an old friend, I allow you to call me by my name. But if you dare to offend my kingship in the slightest, Gungnir will pierce your heart."

Njord looks at the eternal spear standing beside Odin.

This spear, crafted by the World Tree, bears runic inscriptions on its tip.

Njord will never forget this spear. It was this spear that opened the curtain on the war between the Aesir gods and the Vanir gods.

Njord takes a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil. When she opens her mouth again, she notices that her attitude has become more respectful.

"Respected Odin, I hope to form an alliance with you to face the future war of the gods. The Norse pantheon no longer needs senseless infighting. The gods of this world have all awakened. The Chinese pantheon, the Egyptian pantheon, the Indian pantheon, the Greek pantheon, and the angelic pantheon are the five pantheons that we cannot confront alone. We must unite, or else the tragedy of Ragnarok will be repeated, and we will all become failures."

Njord has waited for a long time. Odin slowly stands up from his throne and walks to the entrance of the temple, looking at the setting sun that gradually disappears.

"Njord, do you know what I have been pursuing all along?"

"Respected Odin, if you agree to let go of the struggle, the Vanir gods and the giants are willing to bask in your kingship."

"Then go back and tell the giants that the punishment for traitors from the Aesir gods will always be death."

"Thank you, my respected king, Odin."

Miracle, December 17th, 3000 years. The Norse gods signed a peace treaty, with Odin as the ruler of the Norse pantheon.