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Just as Feny made his decision to take to the skies and unleash a true Explosion, he suddenly sensed two bone-chilling auras converging on him from the front and back.
The ground beneath his feet froze solid in an instant, the thick layer of ice radiating such intense cold that even his wreathed flames flickered and dimmed. Nearby Frost Giants shivered uncontrollably from the sheer drop in temperature.
Feny was startled. Without a moment's hesitation, he used Sky Dance to propel himself upward. He hadn't stayed on the ground because he was anchored by the City of Devoured Time; he simply wanted to ensure as many giants as possible stepped into the barrier's range.
However, the three leaders had already seen Feny fly. They were prepared for his ascent.
Farbauti, who hadn't participated in the initial freezing strike, had been gathering her power for a specialized ice spell. As Feny rose, a massive wall of ice materialized above him, hurtling down like a falling mountain to crush him back to earth.
With the combined enhancements of his Breathing Technique and the Golden Ars Magna, Feny's senses were razor-sharp. He could detect Heimdall's gaze from across the cosmos; a massive ice wall falling on his head was impossible to miss.
He didn't panic. In that split second, he analyzed several ways to counter the strike.
Whoosh!
Feny chose the safest and most reliable option: he reached for the "White Dragon's Breath" at his chest and initiated a teleportation.
Since its creation, Feny had rarely used the staff's innate space manipulation. Aside from using it to travel to Asgard, he had never utilized it in the heat of battle. This was partly due to the high stamina cost of channeling the Space Stone, but mostly due to the vessel itself.
While Vibranium was a metal that had astounded even the Dwarves, Feny was not a master smith of Nidavellir. Although he could channel the Stone's power, doing so put an immense strain on the Vibranium structure. Unlike the Infinity Gauntlet, which could house the stones safely unless one performed a "snap," the White Dragon's Breath suffered wear and tear with every use.
Fortunately, he had just harvested a significant amount of "time" during the battle. He could easily use Zafkiel's Fourth Bullet to restore the staff.
As Feny vanished in a flash of blue light, the Frost Giants stared in bewilderment, fruitlessly searching for their target. Luckily for them, Feny hadn't gone far—he had simply blinked to a position just outside the palace walls.
In the air.
Feny looked at the fine, spiderweb cracks appearing on the surface of the "White Dragon's Breath" and felt a pang of heartache. When he had teleported to Asgard, he had spent ages preparing and being meticulously careful to avoid damage. But in an emergency, he didn't have the luxury of time.
Worried that the structural damage might lead to the Space Stone's power leaking out of control, Feny ignored the fact that Odin and the Ancient One were likely watching. He immediately summoned Zafkiel, intending to rewind the staff to its state before the teleport.
"Zafkiel: Dalet (Fourth Bullet)!"
An antique pistol appeared in Feny's hand. He loaded it with a bullet crafted from his accumulated time and fired it directly into the staff.
Bang!
The cracks on the "White Dragon's Breath" vanished at a visible rate, returning to pristine condition in the blink of an eye.
Feny was impressed by the three leaders' coordination in hiding among the common soldiers for a sneak attack. However, battle was only about victory or defeat—he had once used a hammer to threaten Thor, after all—so he wasn't particularly angry. He just felt a bit of a sting at the time he had just spent. Thankfully, since the damage was recent, the cost was negligible compared to what he had just drained from the giants.
After nearly being caught off guard, Feny stopped holding back. If a simple ambush could nearly corner him, who knew what other "mutually assured destruction" trump cards they might have?
"Come forth, Blue-Eyes White Dragon!"
Despite his caution, he wasn't about to walk away from the massive pool of experience remaining in the palace. He prepared to launch an Explosion to verify his theories and sweep up the remaining points. He summoned the dragon primarily as a safety measure, ensuring he had a powerful ally to guard him while he cast.
The gargantuan Blue-Eyes White Dragon immediately drew the horrified attention of every Frost Giant in the vicinity. As the leaders emerged from the palace, they saw Feny standing on the dragon's back, beginning the incantation for his ultimate spell.
"What kind of creature is that?" Byleistr stammered, fear flickering in his eyes. With its sheer size and presence, the dragon would be considered a Great Beast even by Jotunheim standards.
"What is he doing?" Farbauti asked, more concerned with Feny's actions than his mount.
"I am the practitioner of Explosion Magic!"
"The one who pursues and explores the depths of magical power!"
"O foolish, ignorant, and arrogant Frost Giants..."
"You shall pay a true price for your actions!"
As Feny's voice boomed across the wasteland, the leaders' faces turned pale. But what truly terrified them was the massive, crimson magic circle manifesting in the sky, covering a staggering area.
"Stop him!"
"Whatever happens, we cannot let him finish that spell!"
Hearing the frantic cries of his mother and brother, Helblindi suddenly remembered why the intelligence reports called Feny the "White Butcher." It was said he had effortlessly slaughtered tens of thousands of enemies single-handedly, a white shadow moving like a reaper from the abyss. He had assumed the reports were exaggerated, but looking at that vast, pulsating magic array, he felt an instinctive tremor of soul-deep dread.
What if the rumors were true?
In terms of area-of-effect damage, very few entities in the universe—excluding high-end technological superweapons—could rival Feny. Even Thor, while comparable in overall strength, lacked the sheer wide-scale destructive capacity Feny possessed when facing a literal army.
However, there was someone even more anxious than Farbauti and her sons.
As Feny reached the climax of his incantation, a massive beam of rainbow light suddenly lanced down from the heavens directly above him.
The Asgardian Bifrost!
Heimdall, seeing Feny about to unleash a spell of such catastrophic proportions, had decided to forcibly teleport him back to Asgard to interrupt the casting.
Because Feny had been on high alert, he noticed the Bifrost the moment it began to descend. Though he was surprised by Heimdall's interference, he had no intention of being hauled back now.
Issuing a sharp command to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, Feny veered out of the path of the descending light.
Watching Feny dodge the teleportation beam, Heimdall's eyes widened in surprise. Since he couldn't make the Bifrost "curve" mid-air, he had no choice but to shut it down.
(End of Chapter)