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Thor's rage was uncontrollable. He rampaged through his own castle, his strikes wild and devastating. Resistance soldiers fell before him, their bodies shattered by the raw fury of a god.
"Torunn!!!" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundation of the castle. "Give me back my Torunn!"
Amid the chaos, Elsa struggled to stay on her feet. The curse weighed heavy on her, draining her strength with every passing second. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as she leaned against a crumbling wall, her vision blurring.
"Bloody hell…" she muttered, forcing out a weak chuckle.
Then—footsteps.
She turned her head and saw him. Daken.
The moment their eyes met, Elsa scoffed. "Ah, damn it all… How the hell did you lose your collar, eh? Dog?"
Daken didn't answer immediately. He simply stared at her, his expression unreadable.
"Came here to kill me?" she asked, her voice raspier than she'd like to admit.
He shook his head. "At first, I thought I wanted to kill Thor. Maybe I still do… But now, I know something—someone—was controlling my mind."
Elsa let out a dry laugh, followed by a cough that splattered blood on the floor. "Ha! Most likely Amora. That bitch is like that."
Silence stretched between them before Daken sighed, his fingers flexing. "I think… I might be afraid."
Elsa raised a brow.
"I might die today. And that's funny, because I'm supposed to be immortal," he said, shaking his head. "Fucking hell."
His eyes drifted toward the battlefield, toward Thor's madness. Then, without another word, he turned and sprinted toward the chaos, vanishing into the storm of war.
Her body was shutting down.
Elsa slumped against the cold, bloodstained wall, every breath coming shorter, weaker. The battle raged on around her—Thor's roars shook the very foundations of the castle, and the screams of dying soldiers filled the air. But none of it felt real anymore. Her vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in, curling around her like a cruel lover.
Her fingers twitched, but they barely moved. The curse was draining her, eating her alive from the inside.
She let out a trembling breath, a weak, broken laugh bubbling up in her throat.
"Ah… well, I guess we're lucky…" she whispered to no one.
She could barely hear herself over the chaos, but it didn't matter. No one was listening.
"Damn it, Valeria…" Her voice cracked, and a tear slid down her cheek. "Please survive. You and that idiot dragon… run and live happy."
That was all she wanted. If she was going to die, if this was truly the end, at least let them escape. Let them have a future beyond this bloodshed.
Her eyelids felt heavy. It was time.
She closed them.
And then—
.
.
A voice.
.
.
"ELSA"
.
.
.
"No time to die, Elsa. Stand up."
Her breath caught.
Her mind was slipping, breaking apart at the seams. She had to be hallucinating. Because there was no way—
"Elsa. GET UP!"
Her eyes snapped open, unfocused and dazed.
And there he was.
Aiden.
She blinked slowly, struggling to make sense of what she was seeing. He was supposed to be gone. He should've been running, escaping. Not standing before her like a damn idiot, shouting at her like she had any strength left to move.
Her body trembled. She could feel something—something pulling at her. Black tendrils seeped out of her skin, curling in the air like living shadows, unraveling the suffocating weight of the curse.
She gasped as strength slowly, painfully, returned to her limbs.
Aiden crouched beside her, his expression sharp, urgent.
"I need you to take everyone and leave," he said, his voice cutting through the haze. He pressed something into her palm—a small device displaying coordinates.
She barely had the strength to glance at it.
"You'll find Valeria there," he continued. "If I don't return in three days… leave without me."
Elsa stared at him, barely processing his words.
"Wait—wait—WAIT!" she rasped, her grip tightening around the device. "What the fuck?! You're BACK?! Are you crazy?! You could die here!"
Aiden smirked. That same cocky, stupid smirk that made her want to punch him in the face.
"Why are you doing this?!" she shouted, desperation clawing up her throat. "This isn't even your world!"
His answer was maddeningly simple.
"Because I want to."
Then, he stood, stepping away, back into the storm of war.
Elsa clenched her teeth, her fingers shaking.
"Now up, Elsa," Aiden called over his shoulder, his voice steady.
"And GO."
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Aiden moved toward Thor, his steps slow, deliberate. He watched as Thor, lost in rage and grief, brought Mjolnir down onto Daken's skull. The impact exploded like a thunderclap, sending Daken's charred and broken body flying through the air. The stench of burnt flesh lingered, but Thor didn't care. He landed with a heavy crash, his eyes wild with fury, and turned to face Aiden.
Aiden exhaled softly.
"I feel bad for you, you know?" he said, his voice carrying over the chaos. "None of this was what you wanted. This nightmare… all of it happened because of that cursed sword. You lost your family, your home… yourself. And then Amora took what little was left and twisted the knife even deeper."
Thor's gaze darkened. His lips curled into a snarl.
"I KILL. KILL AND KILL FOR TORUNN!"
His voice was raw, filled with unrelenting agony. Lightning crackled around him as he roared:
"YOU TOOK TORUNN FROM ME!"
He lunged at Aiden, Mjolnir swinging with all the force of a vengeful god.
But there was nothing there.
Thor's hammer struck the ground with the power of a falling star, sending waves of electricity surging in all directions. Stone shattered. The air vibrated with energy. And yet—no body, no blood.
Thor's eyes flicked up.
Aiden hovered above him, the air around him distorting with sheer power.
This was it. His last trick.
A form unlike any he had ever taken before.
He had the Azure Form, but this… this was something beyond. Something he had never dared attempt. Something he suspected to be his strongest—and his most dangerous.
First… Fire.
Flames erupted around his body, but not just any flames. They came in three colors, each flickering with raw, uncontainable might.
—Green. A sickly, twisted fire that burned not just the flesh, but the soul.—Black. A bottomless void of fire, consuming all light, all hope.—Red. So intensely crimson that it shone like a miniature sun, warping the air with unbearable heat.
{Purgatory Flames + Eldritch Flames + Fire Dragon Flames = Hell Dragon Slayer Magic}
Then came Lightning.
Crackling arcs of energy surged from his skin, intertwining in violent bursts. Sparks of blue and yellow crashed together, merging, twisting, until they became something greater—something divine.
—The same Purple Lightning he had used against Thor before… but now, refined. Perfected.
{Lightning God Slayer Magic + Lightning Dragon Slayer Magic = Lightning Dragon God Slayer Magic}
And finally… Shadow. Curse. Eldritch magic.
Darkness swirled around him like a living nightmare. It was an abyss of corrupted power—dragons long forgotten whispering through the void, their curses sinking into his flesh.
—Eldritch horrors.—Shadow-born terror.—Cursed wrath.
All of it merged, fused, became one.
{Eldritch Dragon Slayer Magic + Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic + Curse Dragon Slayer Magic = Dark Dragon Slayer Magic}
The battlefield trembled.
Now… it was time for the final step.
Aiden had suffered to achieve this state. Back when he fought Magneto, forcing these elements together had nearly torn him apart. But now?
Now, he could do it with his eyes closed.
He let the three forces—Fire, Lightning, Darkness—collide.
There was no resistance. No hesitation. Only power.
A fiery crown formed above his head, forged from flames so intense they turned scarlet. It didn't sit on his brow, no—it hovered, floating like a burning halo, illuminating the battlefield with its impossible brilliance. It was as if the Sun itself had been brought down to the earth.
His wings erupted next—draconic and demonic, black as the void, unfurling with a presence so unnatural it sent a chill through even Thor's raging heart. They weren't just wings. They were monstrous. They radiated death. Chaos. Destruction.
And then, his body.
Crimson-black lightning surged over his skin, forming an armor unlike anything before. A living storm of fire and lightning wrapped around him, coating him in a force so overwhelming that the ground beneath him cracked under the weight of its presence.
This was no longer just Dragon Slayer Magic.
This was something else.
Something new.
This was…
{Demon Dragon Slayer Magic.}
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