As soon as Odin finished giving his raven the order to return to Asgard carrying the five ravens—
he laughed from the bottom of his heart.
Then he disappeared from the place in an instant.
Moments later, he appeared above the highest mountain on the island… the same mountain that had been melted earlier by the giant infant.
Odin stood on the peak of the melted mountain…
and looked toward the vast ocean.
Then he laughed again.
But this time—
his laughter was cold.
He thought to himself:
"This is going to be truly interesting."
Then he murmured:
"I wonder… who is the one making me feel this danger?"
Then he said:
"Is it the ruler of humanity?"
But the moment he said that—
he shook his head.
"No… impossible."
Then he added confidently:
"Even if I had not made a contract with the Sacred Spear… I could defeat someone like him easily."
He fell silent for a moment…
then muttered again:
"Then… who is giving me this feeling of danger?"
Odin looked toward the distant ocean.
Then he said calmly:
"We must prepare."
He continued:
"It doesn't matter who is coming… what matters is that we are ready when they arrive."
Then he remembered the ravens that were on their way to Asgard.
He thought to himself:
"When I feed those ravens with my energy… and they become like my raven…"
Then he continued thinking:
"I will send some of them to the continent of Mira…"
"and the others to the Demonic Continent."
Then he said seriously:
"Asgard must know everything that happens beyond its borders."
Then he smiled slightly and said:
"And I will search for this danger myself."
He added:
"Far away from Asgard… and far away from my brothers."
Meanwhile—
on the Demonic Continent…
in the domain of the demonic ruler Medusa…
Medusa was speaking with one of the Demon Lords.
The Demonic Saint.
Medusa looked at him and asked:
"What brings you here, Saint?"
Then she asked:
"Did something happen?"
The Demonic Saint looked at the gigantic Medusa standing before him.
Then he slowly shook his head.
"Do not do what you intend to do, Medusa."
He added seriously:
"It is dangerous."
Medusa looked at him with curiosity and said:
"And what exactly am I going to do that makes one of the Demon Lords personally come to warn me?"
Then she continued:
"What makes it so dangerous?"
The Demonic Saint looked at her and said slowly:
"Do not go searching for Princess Forn… the princess of the Human Empire."
He added:
"That could harm you… or even kill you."
Medusa looked at him in surprise.
Then she said curiously:
"Harm me?"
She smiled slightly and said:
"Don't tell me that a human… even if she possesses a sacred spear… could defeat me."
Medusa said this not because she was angry—
but because the Demonic Saint's words had stirred her curiosity.
The Demonic Saint sighed.
"No."
Then he added:
"It is not that human."
"It is someone else."
Medusa narrowed her eyes.
"And who is this person?"
The Demonic Saint shook his head.
"Whenever I try to see his form… or his face… I fail."
Then he continued:
"The only thing I managed to learn…"
"is that he possesses a terrifying ability of prediction."
Then he said slowly:
"And I believe… he has wings similar to the wings of ravens."
Medusa fell silent for a moment.
Then she began to think.
Shaking her head slowly, she said:
"I do not remember a race with such characteristics."
Then she added:
"Unless you mean the fallen angels."
Then she continued:
"But weren't those angels all killed long ago by the original angels?"
The Demonic Saint looked at Medusa as he prepared to leave and said calmly:
"That is all I know, Medusa."
Then he continued:
"I do not know whether he is a fallen angel… or a race that has been hiding for so long that we forgot about them."
He added seriously:
"But the important thing is this…"
"If you continue walking the path you are taking now… danger will come to you from every direction."
The moment he finished speaking—
he disappeared instantly.
He quickly returned to his isolated territory in the Demonic Continent.
As for Medusa—
she continued looking at the place where he had vanished.
Then she slowly licked her lips…
her eyes filled with greed and hunger.
She said quietly:
"I wonder…"
"What would the taste be like… of someone who can defeat me?"
Then she turned toward the cave behind her.
And shouted with a strange, deep voice:
"Go… my children!"
Then she continued the command:
"Intensify your search for Princess Forn on the continent of Mira!"
The moment she said that—
millions of snakes surged out of the cave once again.
They poured out like a black flood…
crawling in the same direction their siblings had taken earlier.
Their mission was clear:
Find what their mistress desired.
Medusa looked at her snakes as they moved away at tremendous speed.
Then she laughed and said to herself:
"Even if those snakes die…"
"I can give birth to thousands more… in just a few days."
She laughed coldly again.
Then said to herself:
"I will find you, Forn."
Then she added:
"And when I find you…"
"I will find that interesting person… the one who can hurt me."
She smiled a cold smile.
"Finally…"
"Something entertaining… after all these boring years."
Far away from Medusa's snake caves—
the Demonic Saint had already arrived at his isolated domain.
He sighed slowly when he sensed the massive number of snakes leaving Medusa's caves.
He thought to himself:
"It seems she is bored… and wants to play."
Then he murmured:
"But she does not realize how dangerous this is."
He added quietly:
"Even she… might not survive that danger… even from ordinary wounds."
The Demonic Saint sat on the ground.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
And began his deep meditation.
He focused his power…
trying to see what would happen to Medusa.
And whether he should intervene personally…
or inform the Demon King about what was happening.
The moment the Saint began his ritual—
the place filled with the sound of strange murmurs.
They were ancient incantations…
calling upon the power of the Demon Lords…
so that he could glimpse the future he sought to see.