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Dean Gading

"Your companion has already gone to Valhalla. The dead can't be resurrected, sorry," Forseti said, patting Valkyrie on the shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Valkyrie was stunned, her already red eyes filling with fresh tears as she embraced her fallen companion once more.

Forseti said nothing and turned to attend to the wounded.

"Lord Forseti, did the dragon escape?" asked the wounded soldier, currently being treated.

Forseti nodded, "Yes, it escaped into a hidden space channel deep within the volcano and then destroyed the passage."

"A space channel?" The soldier hesitated, then clenched his fists in frustration, "So, we can't track it anymore, damn..."

"Not necessarily. It's likely still within the Nine Realms," Forseti remarked casually.

In the wider universe, stable planetary space channels are rare. However, the Nine Realms, as Loki once mentioned, have many interconnected channels. Forseti had discovered one connecting Asgard, Midgard, Muspelheim, and Vanaheim. Trolls and Frost Giants had also found channels into Vanaheim to invade.

Hence, the probability of the red dragon being found somewhere in the Nine Realms was higher than it randomly escaping to other parts of the universe via spatial rifts.

After a while, Forseti finished tending to several wounded soldiers, and Heimdall opened the Rainbow Bridge, sending everyone back to Asgard.

In the teleportation hall, besides Heimdall, there were two figures present: Ander, waiting for Forseti, and Tyr, the God of War.

Surveying the dragon-hunting team, now decimated by half, Tyr sighed, "The operation was poorly planned. I underestimated the strength of that high-level dragon..."

Valkyrie looked at Heimdall with a mix of grief and anger, "Heimdall, I implore you to find that vile dragon! I will sever its head with my own hands!"

Heimdall nodded solemnly, "I will do my utmost, Valkyrie. As long as it remains within the Nine Realms, locating it won't be difficult."

As they discussed, Thor burst into the hall, still exuding an air of urgency. Despite his physical adulthood, his personality remained childlike—some even likened him to being less mature than a grey goat.

"Didn't you capture the dragon?" Thor inquired, scanning the room.

"Thor, you..." Tyr regarded him, unsure of how to respond.

Thor lamented, "I told you, you should have summoned me!"

Tyr, casually, "Alright, Thor. If you can lift Mjölnir, I'll consider it."

Thor was taken aback, "Mjolnir? You mean the warhammer in the treasury?"

"Yes, the one only His Majesty Odin can lift," Tyr affirmed, waving a dismissive hand.

"Let's return. The troops need rest."

Tyr, Valkyrie, and the others departed one by one, with Thor trailing thoughtfully. After a brief pause, only Forseti and Ander remained in the teleportation hall.

"I just arrived. What happened?" Ander queried.

"A high-level red dragon... but never mind that. Let's head to New Korbin Star," Forseti redirected.

Ander nodded, and both were teleported to New Korbin Star to rendezvous with Beta Ray Bill.

"Bill, meet Ander, the newest member of the Silver Hand," Forseti introduced.

Beta Ray Bill extended a hand, "Welcome, Ander. I am Beta Ray Bill, a knight of great Silver Hand and guardian of the Korbin ."

Ander shook his hand, "Hello, Bill."

Forseti chuckled, "The Order has just been founded. Let's not call it 'great' just yet."

"I have a strong feeling about this," Beta Ray Bill affirmed, his devotion to the Holy Light evident. "The Holy Light is not just a power, but a symbol of pure justice. Under its guidance, the Silver Hand will become a revered order of knights."

Though their acquaintance was brief, Beta Ray Bill's steadfast belief in the Holy Light was palpable.

The trio conversed for a while, getting to know one another. Forseti then stated, "Bill, we'll take turns infusing Ander with the Holy Light. This process will span ten to twenty years."

Beta Ray Bill nodded, "Understood."

"Let's begin."

Forseti gestured for Ander to sit, positioning himself behind him, hands resting on his shoulders.

The pose struck Forseti with a sense of familiarity, reminiscent of martial arts dramas...

He pushed aside the memory as golden light surged from his hands, enveloping Ander's body in the Holy Light.

Thus began their tedious routine. Ander meditated daily, while Forseti and Beta Ray Bill alternated in infusing him with the Holy Light, baptizing him in its power.

Ander undoubtedly bore the brunt of the ordeal. Apart from eating and sleeping, his days were spent in meditation, with occasional visits home.

Forseti and Beta Ray Bill had relatively more leisure. On duty, they had a few hours of free time each day to attend to other matters.

One day, in the Sacred Experience Space...

The setting was a dark, spacious environment with a two-story structure resembling classrooms, marked by the ubiquitous logo of the Cult of the Damned in the Plaguelands of Azeroth.

An elderly, gloomy figure in purple-black robes wielded a staff made of bones, locked in fierce combat with Forseti.

Both combatants bore numerous bruises and wounds, signs of a protracted battle nearing its climax.

Actually these game characters shouldn't be so strong but their strength has been boosted to give him a great challenge.

With a roar, Forseti's Holy Light wings vibrated behind him. Seizing the final seconds of his Wrath of Vengeance, he unleashed the last reserves of divine mana through the Demon Slayer Sword.

Judgment!

The sword struck Dean Gading's chest forcefully, engulfing him in a blast of light and dust.

"Hah," Forseti exhaled deeply.

Dean Gading, head of the Cult of the Damned's psychic academy, had been a challenging adversary, having brushed against death several times before finally succumbing today.

As a level 60 boss, he should drop some valuable loot. Forseti wondered if he could obtain a blueprint for Gading's Staff or something similar...

Forseti contemplated for a moment, then picked up the loot dropped by Dean Gading, examining it closely.