The Rise Of A Porter

Chapter 515 - Awakening The Nightmare

Ragnarok was a word deeply etched in the minds of the Asgardians. The origin of the prophecy itself was a mystery and all the Asgardians knew about it came from the giantess Grea, the only giantess allowed to remain among their pantheon due to her exceptional foresight. 

It was this power of hers that allowed the Asgardians to win countless wars. She even helped them defeat the frost giants and free the nine realms from their grasp. But one night, in her sleep, she saw the destruction of the Asgard and the death of almost all of the gods. 

That was the last vision she ever had. Because after she informed Odin about the event called Ragnarok and the catastrophe it would bring forth to the nine realms, she decided she did not wish to live any longer. The Giantess claimed that she had served her purpose and thus now wanted to live the rest of her days in peace. 

The other gods, however, did not believe her for a second. They were one of the strongest pantheons in the universe. Just who could destroy them? 

In their tone of arrogance, they kept bashing the giantess who kept listening to their absurdities with a smile on her face for she knew, these gods would be the ones to die first. However, she had another news for them, the Ragnarok would be a doing of their own arrogance. 

Odin immediately rebuked the Asgardians who were humiliating the Giantess after all she had done for them. But his efforts were too little and too late. There was another thing she wanted to inform the gods about... the betrayal of Loki. 

However, she didn't as a way to say fck you to them for the last time. Either way, if they could not even survive Loki's betrayal, then they would never be able to stop Ragnarok from happening. And now that Fenrir had awoken, it was time for the prophecy to come true. 

Vale snapped back almost instantly and started barraging the giant wolf with wind blade after wind blade. But all his attacks managed to do was to shave Fenrir's overgrown fur. Much to Vale's dismay, the winds he had been so proud of, were proving to be useless against the wolf. 

'I must not let the All-father get here. Not before Fenrir either dies or leaves.' Vale Thought to himself and tried to angle himself in a way to attack Loki who was hiding behind Fenrir, 'If All-Father gets here... then according to the prophecy, he'll die and be consumed by Fenrir.'

The death of most, if not all gods had been clearly described by Grea. Odin was to fall by the hands of Fenrir, who would then be killed by one of Odin's sons... Baldr. However, there was a problem.

Although Baldr had the physical strength to even rival Odin, he was least interested in anything related to fights. He was called the God of Silence for how peaceful life he lived. One would always find him sitting in the gardens or reading books and scriptures in the great library. 

No one ever believed that he would be the one to kill Fenrir and the more Vale fought the wolf, the more he started to believe that as well. If his winds could not defeat the wolf, then how the hell was Baldr going to defeat the wolf?

"This pest..." Fenrir growled after Vale kept attacking him, "I shall dispose of him immediately."

Saying so, Fenrir sent Vale flying into the chamber where Thor was being kept, and all it took was an attack from his tail. However, the nightmare had only started to unfold. As Vale was sent flying into the chamber, he ended up colliding with the stasis chamber Thor was being kept in. 

The stasis chamber was said to be strong enough to hold against even the attacks of the giants. But the impact Vale had on the chamber, made it burst open. Shards of mystical glass flew in every direction as magic keeping Thor asleep started leaking out of the chamber. 

"No..." Vale weakly mumbled.

Just with a tail whip, his head had been split open in half, even though no godly weapon was used on him... just a creature's tail reduced him to such a pitiful condition and yet, even after going all out with his attack, Vale could not even make the wolf bleed. 

The soldier who was inside the room this entire time could not even move as she was fear-stricken after seeing the god of destruction... Fenrir walking inside the room. Even Loki had not made her feel so helpless as Fenrir was, that itself was enough for anyone to realise how strong Fenrir was. 

"That's all the gods got in them these days?" Fenrir growled before kicking away the fallen Vale, "One strike you are done? I was hoping for a challenge after being forced to sleep in the bowels of hell... but I am disappointed, to say the least."

Each word that came out of Fenrir's mouth stubbed Vale like a nail made of celestial gold. However, with the throbbing pain in the head and his blurry vision, there wasn't much that Vale could have done at that point. 

His winds were not strong enough to stop Fenrir, he should have known that much. After all, even All-father could not defeat the wolf, so how was he supposed to do that?

"I thought the gods would have turned stronger as time went by. But it looks like all of you have gotten weaker and weaker instead," Fenrir growled for the last time before turning away, "You are not even worthy of being killed by my jaws. You, pathetic excuse of a god."

"Where are you going?" Loki asked his son.

"You wanted my aid to get rid of this 'God', and I did that. Consider it me expressing my gratitude." Fenrir replied matter-of-factly, "Now I'm leaving to explore the universe till the arrival of Ragnarok."

Saying so, Fenrir ran out of the chamber and possibly out of Asgard as well. Leaving Loki alone with Thor and a half-dead god.. Since all of his troubles were now taken care of, Loki opened up the pod in which Thor was sleeping, awakening the nightmare that Thor had become.