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Fenyx felt a twinge of envy toward Heimdall's eyes. If he wanted to see something, he didn't need to be there in person; he could peer across several galaxies with ease.
"Are there people there?" Fenyx asked, his curiosity about Muspelheim lingering.
"There is a race known as the Fire Demons, ruled by the Fire Giants," Heimdall replied. "Their numbers are vast, and they are vicious and bellicose by nature."
Hearing the phrase "vast numbers," Fenyx felt a surge of interest. Unfortunately, Muspelheim wasn't exactly an ideal choice for him.
His strongest offensive move remained 'Explosion Magic.' But what kind of place was Muspelheim? It was the Land of Fire. Any race capable of living there likely had their fire resistance stats maxed out. If he unleashed an 'Explosion' there, its power would probably be cut by at least half.
In comparison, Fenyx felt Jotunheim was a much better fit. First of all, the Frost Giant King, Laufey, had been killed by the treacherous Loki, meaning the safety factor was significantly higher.
Furthermore, it was a world of ice, where a single spark was a rare sight. If 'Explosion Magic' suffered a fifty percent penalty in Muspelheim, its effectiveness in Jotunheim would likely double.
The only thing that gave Fenyx pause was that he currently had no valid reason to go there and start a fight.
While the breaking of the Bifrost had sent the Nine Realms into chaos, the actual fighting was concentrated in specific areas. Places like Muspelheim were always in a state of chaos.
Then there was Svartalfheim. The Dark Elves were currently drifting in some forgotten corner of the universe in deep sleep; far from being chaotic, the place was a ghost town.
Jotunheim was primarily the territory of the Frost Giants—a world of ice and snow with virtually no resources. It wasn't exactly a prime target for looters. Before the Bifrost broke, they had been bombarded by its energy for quite some time, leaving them severely weakened.
Although they harbored thoughts of rebellion and revenge against Asgard, their heavy casualties and the loss of Laufey's leadership meant they were forced to focus on rest and recovery. Consequently, Jotunheim was currently one of the quieter realms, with a low probability of war or rebellion.
Fenyx wasn't in a rush, anyway. Having just survived a war, he needed time to decompress. While he had gained a massive amount of experience in Vanaheim, he had also witnessed the grim reality of warfare.
"So, do you just stay here every day without ever leaving?" Fenyx asked, curious about Heimdall's 24/7 vigil.
"Unless the All-Father relieves me of my duties or orders the Bifrost sealed, I shall never leave my post," Heimdall stated, his expression grave and sincere.
Fenyx nodded, then followed up with a more pressing question. "But... what if you suddenly have to use the bathroom? What do you do about meals?"
"..."
Heimdall's glowing golden eyes bore into Fenyx, making him feel a bit awkward. He quickly changed the subject. "How far can those eyes actually see?"
"Far," Heimdall retorted briefly before elaborating. "Under normal circumstances, I observe within the scope of the Nine Realms. To peer further requires the expenditure of divine energy."
"Speaking of which, there was a period of time when I could not find you. Where did you go?"
Fenyx blinked, realizing immediately that Heimdall was referring to the time he had been stranded on Vormir.
"I was accidentally teleported to a very remote planet. It's no wonder you couldn't find me," Fenyx explained vaguely.
Heimdall studied Fenyx. Back then, he had spent a great deal of time and effort searching for Fenyx—or rather, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon—but had come up empty-handed. That suggested the "remote" planet was exceptionally isolated.
Suddenly, Heimdall seemed to remember something. His brow furrowed. "One more thing. Was it you who gave my name to that organization called SHIELD?"
Fenyx's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly masked it with a look of pure confusion. "I don't think so? Why, what happened?"
Heimdall stared at him intently. Fortunately, Fenyx's lying skills had reached a level of professional mastery, and Heimdall failed to detect anything amiss for the moment.
"Someone among them calls my name every day. Some offer praise, some offer curses, and others pray to me as if I were a god."
Fenyx almost burst out laughing. He hadn't expected the "Braised Egg" (Nick Fury) to actually go through with it.
"Did you respond?" Fenyx asked curiously.
Heimdall shook his head slowly. Asgardians were naturally proud; without a specific reason, they rarely bothered to interact with mortals from Earth.
Unless that mortal was someone they couldn't beat.
"I know the head of that organization," Fenyx said, sounding like a helpful friend. "I'll give him a word when I get back and tell him to stop."
Heimdall nodded, though a part of him still suspected Fenyx had been the mastermind behind it. He had asked Thor about it previously, but Thor had told him that while he'd mentioned the Bifrost to his girlfriend, he hadn't gone into detail about Heimdall.
Since the Nine Realms were vast and there were many things to keep track of, Heimdall couldn't watch Fenyx at all times. But based on everything he had seen so far, the abnormally mysterious Fenyx was the most likely culprit.
In truth, it didn't affect him much. While he could hear a cockroach pass gas if he wanted to, he could also tune out noises as loud as an explosion if he chose to ignore them.
The two sat together chatting. Since Heimdall wasn't a man of many words, Fenyx did most of the talking, though Heimdall was courteous enough to answer what he could.
As they spoke, Thor unexpectedly arrived. Fenyx learned that Thor came by every few nights to ask Heimdall for updates on his girlfriend.
Seeing Thor's melancholy expression, Fenyx rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just go to Earth and see her? The Bifrost is right here; it's so convenient."
"No. Seeing her like that, only to leave again, would only hurt her more."
Fenyx looked at Thor with a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected the Thunder God to be so perceptive regarding matters of the heart.
It wasn't that Thor couldn't go to Earth; it was that he didn't want to see Jane without a permanent solution. If he went now, what would happen? He'd have to leave shortly after, and he couldn't bring her back to Asgard yet.
So, he procrastinated, preferring to hear about her through Heimdall rather than facing her in person.
While Fenyx understood the sentiment, he didn't agree with the method. He offered Thor a word of warning:
"Let me tell you something: the lifespan of humans isn't long, and our concept of time is quite different from yours. To you, very little time might have passed, but to her... well, if she finds a new boyfriend, the kid could be old enough to buy soy sauce by the time you show up!"
(End of Chapter)