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When the barrage ended, Tora fully erged from Ethan's shadow, flanking him.
Ethan gave his party a sharp nod, then scanned the desolate horizon of Svartalfheim before turning toward Thor. "There is no civilian population here," he noted, his voice flat.
"Yes...Malekith slaughtered all who opposed him... Svartalfheim was the first world his army consud," Thor added grimly, his grip tightening on Mjolnir.
"Good... then I won't feel a shred of guilt for what I am about to do to them," Ethan replied with a sly smile.
In a sudden burst of Cursed Energy, Nue's wings erupted from his back, and he took to the sky, soaring toward the main body of the enemy host.
Thor began spinning his hamr, preparing to follow the sorcerer into the fray, but Tora interjected.
"Ethan is about to deploy his most devastating technique... It will hinder him if you are in the vicinity, Odinson," the Shikigami warned, as multiple Eldritch circles materialized around his right hand.
"What was the previous attack, then? A warning shot?" Volstagg mumbled sarcastically , his grip tightening on his axe.
Tora ignored him, extending his arm to manifest a massive do of mystic force—the Shield of the Seraphim—which he imdiately layered beneath the crystalline folds of the Mirror Dinsion.
Through the geotric distortions of the dinsions, the group watched Ethan's distant silhouette hang suspended against the gloom of the sky.
Ethan clasped his hands into a sovereign seal. Loki, recognizing the ritualistic gesture from their previous encounter, whispered a breathless realization: "Oh... no."
"DOMAIN EXPANSION: CHIRA SOVEREIGN GARDEN."
Ethan deployed a complete, 200-ter radius domain. The shadows of Svartalfheim rose swallowing the gray plains.
"OPEN FIRE!" a Dark Elf commander shrieked in his native tongue, pointing toward the silhouette in the sky, but his soldiers found no footing.
The ground beneath them had transford into a bottomless, viscous sea of shadow.
"STAY IN FORMATION!" the commander shouted over the rising chaos, but his command died in his throat as his soldiers began sinking into the ground.
"SOTHING HAS MY LEG! HELP—" A soldier's plea was cut short as he was dragged under, the shadow surface sealing over him as if he had never existed.
"FIRE AT WILL! JUST FIRE EVERYTHING!"
The Dark Elves unleashed a desperate barrage of black-hole grenades and energy bolts, but the projectiles simply sank into the darkness or were intercepted by a swarm of Moth Psykhe that descended like a suffocating cloud.
Amidst the slaughter, the commander noticed Ethan remained perfectly still. "HE'S NOT MOVING! WHY ISN'T HE MOVING?!"
"PARTIAL SUMMONING: SUZAKU."
The temperature around Ethan skyrocketed instantly. 5,000°C... 10,000°C...
Everything within his imdiate vicinity turned a violent, blinding orange. At 20,000°C, the commander and the nearby platoons didn't even have ti to scream before they spontaneously combusted where they stood.
Ethan looked toward the armada of ships and pressed his hands together. The heat doubled to 40,000°C, turning the sky a bruised, dark red.
Tens of ships vanished in chain-reaction explosions, their armored hulls turning white-hot and liquid.
Even the shadow-slicked ground began to churn like molten lava. Finally, the temperature reached its peak: 65,000°C—approximately thirteen tis hotter than the surface of the sun.
But that was only the beginning. Under a second Binding Vow involving his Phoenix shikigami, every piece of inanimate matter within the 200-ter radius of his Domain—armor, weapons, debris—transford into volatile fuel for a localized detonation.
Ethan took aim with a makeshift bow composed of compressed plasma and launched an arrow at the largest ship in the vicinity. The arrow flew true, and the world vanished in white.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A series of catastrophic detonations rippled through the valley. With every enemy ship and weapon converted into fuel, a pillar of fire erupted, surging high enough to pierce the stratosphere and illuminating the dead world of Svartalfheim like a newborn star.
If one possessed an exceptionally keen eye, they could just make out the silhouette of Ethan Park—head bowed in a mont of focus amidst the carnage he had wrought.
Half a mile away, encased within the dual protection of the Mirror Dinsion and the Shield of the Seraphim, the Asgardians stood speechless. These were warriors who had spent centuries warring against Frost Giants, rock trolls, and cosmic horrors, yet they found themselves paralyzed by the display.
"So... that happened," Loki remarked, finally breaking the heavy silence. His voice was punctuated by a heavy thud as Volstagg's axe slipped from his numb fingers and hit the ground.
"HAHAHAHA! I don't think the Dark Elves will be a problem any longer!" Volstagg's boisterous voice eventually bood, though it carried a hint of hysterical relief.
"Ethan claims only a few beings in the universe could withstand that attack and live to tell the tale. He counts you among them, Odinson," Tora added, a small, knowing smile playing on the tiger-shikigami's features.
Thor didn't return the smile. He simply stared at the glassified horizon and gave a slow, solemn nod. "Yeah... I could definitely take that," he muttered, though his grip on Mjolnir suggested he wasn't eager to test the theory.
Beside him, Loki was subtly shaking his head with a look of pure incredulity, as if silently screaming No, no you definitely cannot.
Ethan's belief that Thor could survive this attack stemd from his ta-knowledge: he knew a post-awakened God of Thunder would eventually endure the full concentrated blast of a Neutron Star.
That feat required weathering temperatures exceeding 50,000°C—the baseline thermal energy required to lt Uru tal. It was this extre lting point that necessitated forging the Stormbreaker in the heart of dying star.
Though that didn't an Thor can walk out unhard.
A full ten minutes passed before the towering inferno finally subsided into a low, malevolent glow. Ethan was seen walking calmly out of the center of the molten crater.
As he reached the jagged edge, his form flickered and vanished, reappearing instantly within the safety of the do. He had used Tora as a physical conduit, bridging the distance through Shadow Manipulation.
Just then, another ship appeared, erging from a spatial rift torn open by the encroaching Convergence. High above the smoldering wasteland, the vessel deactivated its cloaking field and descended.
It landed with a thud in the center of the glassified crater. From its boarding ramp, Malekith, Kurse, and a final platoon of elite soldiers made their presence known.
Malekith stood frozen, his gaze sweeping over the carnage that had once been his grand host.
"My army... No..." he growled, his voice cracking with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
Kurse wordlessly pointed toward a distant ridge, where the silhouette of eight figures stood against the darkening sky.
Ethan had signaled Tora to drop both the Mirror Dinsion and the Shield of the Seraphim the mont the enemy vessel revealed itself.
Ethan reached into his shadow, beginning to retrieve his longbow and another Piercing Rabbit arrow to wipe out the remnants of the Dark Elves.
However, Thor's hand moved firmly to stop him.
"No," Thor said, his voice dropping to a thunderous register as he looked directly at Park. "They invaded Asgard. They slaughtered our people, desecrated our ho, and murdered my mother. This ends with ."
Ethan paused, observing the incandescent fury radiating from the Prince of Asgard.
Malekith doesn't even have the Aether in his possession, Ethan thought. Even if he did, Thor wouldn't lose today.
A faint smile touched Ethan's lips. This wasn't just a mont for Thor's vengeance; it was the perfect opportunity to deploy a specific, high-level fusion he had been refining.
"Fine. It's your fight. I'll act as support," Ethan replied. "Tora, here."
Ethan handed the bow and arrow to his shikigami. Tora accepted the gear with a respectful nod and sank into the depths of the shadows, taking the weapons with him. Ethan then clasped his hands, his Cursed Energy twisting into a complex, multi-layered resonance.
"RGED BEAST: AGITO."
This was the sa monstrosity famously summoned by Sukuna, sharing the sa "one-shot" kill condition as Mahoraga;
As It would instantly regenerate from any damage that didn't vaporize it entirely.
Not only could it heal itself, but it could project its Reverse Cursed Technique to Ethan and his allies.
Agito was the ultimate support-class Shikigami.
Ethan had ford this Chira by rging the following:
Nue: Granting it high-voltage electrical discharge and formidable defensive stats.
Great Serpent: Unlike the original Agito, Ethan's serpent was not destroyed; it functioned as a powerful, autonomous striking tail.
Round Deer: Providing the core RCT engine to heal the beast and the party.
Tiger Funeral: The centerpiece. This addition granted the Chira Tora's intelligence and his profound mastery over the Mystic Arts.
From across the scorched crater, Malekith's voice tore through the air. "Was this your doing, Asgardian?"
"Hahaha! Yes! Yes, it was!" Volstagg roared back, puffing out his chest. The Rest of the party turned to him with pointed, incredulous looks. That was clearly not done by an Asgardian.
"He doesn't need to know that," Volstagg whispered to them under his breath, his gaze then shifting toward the massive, imposing form of Agito. "I am not even going to ask..." he muttered, turning back toward Ethan, who remained focused on the approaching battalion.
Malekith glared at the group, his mind racing. They must have used a weapon of mass destruction not from the dawn of ti—sothing Bor never possessed, he theorized.
But they did not fire it again when my ship arrived. That implies a recharge period... or a massive cost. I will kill them before they can strike again.
"Kill the one with the hamr first," Malekith commanded Kurse, his eyes cold. "He is grandson of Bor."
And so, the final skirmish began: Malikth, Kurse and a hundred Dark Elf elites against six Asguardians , Ethan Park, and rged Beast Agito.
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