Chapter: 1964

Before Odin could finish, the call ended abruptly.

Repeated attempts to reconnect were met with a constant busy tone, blocking any further communication.

With eyes burning with frustration, Odin glared at the screen before him, then dialed the familiar number once more, to no avail.

His expression darkened with the realization of his helplessness, the desire to smash the phone growing within him.

Meanwhile, within the opulent confines of James Manor, an elderly man, adorned in traditional attire and supported by a cane, made his way into the richly appointed study. His gaze settled on the stoic figure before him as he inquired in a tone enriched by years of experience, "What was his response?"