"... I need to ask you to leave, stranger," she said at last, her voice steady but her eyes sorrowful. "Not because I despise you, but because I cannot risk offending the Æsir for your sake. Your presence alone is already enough to stir the heavens"
The silence that followed was thick with meaning, a moment balanced between faith and defiance, between the laws of gods and the will of one who defied them.
But Taufik's silence was not born of fear.
It was confusion.
"…Æsir?" he repeated slowly, his brow furrowing. "Odin was here?"
"What do you mean 'Odin was here'?" Caelir shot back, his tone sharp, his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of his blade. "You're in Yggdrasil. Of course, Odin was here!"
"No…" Taufik murmured, his eyes narrowing as fragments of memory stirred. He remembered Odin and the rest of the Æsir, who visited his own universe. "…That's not right. Something's off here. The timeline-"
