The night of Ragnarok (2)

The part of the world that will be destroyed remains the same, but in that moment, Odin opens his single eye suddenly. Something catches his attention.

"What did you say earlier?" Odin asks, his voice filling the space between the magnificent tree's roots.

Mimir knew precisely which part Odin was pointing at. Without reading any other clues, Mimir answered clearly.

"86,4 percent."

Odin rose from his seat with determined steps. The numbers changed. Changes in numbers weren't unfamiliar to Odin, but what mattered was the direction of those changes.

Destruction drew nearer with increasing likelihood, and although there were occasional setbacks, in the end, it would consume everything. However, this time, an unprecedented change occurred.

The probability decreased. Although it was only one in ten thousand, there was a decrease compared to before.

Approaching Mimir's head, Odin moved closer. The head sat in front of a wide stone, shrouded in mystery, and Mimir stared at Odin with a piercin