Mimir appeared on Reinhard's shoulder, larger now to match the scale of Odin's form. Black feathers gleamed with blue highlights that matched the armor's glow.
"You need to push Fenrir off the planet and up into the Imaginary Sea."
Reinhard's thought formed inwardly, careful not to break concentration. Will our clash really destroy the city? And where is the Imaginary Sea?
"It won't destroy the city, it'll destroy the entire universe."
What?
"Just force Fenrir into the air, then slash out with Zenuken." Mimir's voice carried urgency. "In your current state, your blade transcends the concepts of dimension and space. It can create an opening to the sea."
Reinhard's inward nod was more acknowledgment than agreement and was simply accepted because there was no time for anything else.
Fenrir roared, and the sound tore through reality itself.
