The Event of Ragnarök has begun. The gods, usually arrogant about their superiority, now face a tense reality: the score is 5 for the gods and 4 for humanity. Zeus has called a meeting to decide on their next fighter.

Zeus: Calmly stroking his beard, he speaks with authority. “With Apollo's victory, we’ve made progress. Who shall we choose for the tenth round?”

Anubis: Suddenly barking like a rabid dog, he interrupts. “WOOF WOOF WOOF!!! Lord Zeus!! Let me go! Let me GOOOO!!” His fervor stirs concern among the other gods.

Zeus: Chuckling, he glances at the others. “Ohohoh! Anubis is eager! What do you all think?”

Shiva: Flexing his four arms and yawning, he shrugs. “If Anubis is so fired up, why not let him go? Right, brothers?”

Loki: With a sly grin, he turns to Odin. “What do you say, Uncle? I wouldn’t mind seeing Anubis in action.”

Odin: With a stoic expression, he replies. “Hmph, let the dog have his day. We could use some unpredictability.”

As Zeus prepares to conclude, Susanoo enters, his presence commanding silence. The gods stare, surprised except for Odin and Thor.

Ares: Hiding behind Zeus, he stammers. “H-his aura is… i-immense…”

Susanoo: With a deep voice, he states. “I will go.”

Anubis: Scowling, he barks back. “YOU BIG MEANIE! NO! I WANT TO GOOO!!!” He jumps forward, but Susanoo remains unfazed.

After a childish argument, Anubis, defeated, curls up in a corner, whimpering.

Zeus: Amused, he declares. “It seems we have a consensus: Susanoo will be our fighter.”

Loki: Smirking, he pats Anubis. “Don’t worry, pup. Your time will come. Just keep an eye on Susanoo.”

Anubis: Sniffling, he growls softly. “Fine! But you better not mess this up!”

The gods share a laugh, tension easing as they prepare for the battles ahead.