Chapter 224: C217
Laufey had never imagined that since his war with Odin, he would one day find himself in such a humiliating situation.
The young man before him radiated an unfathomable power, completely severing his connection to the Casket of Ancient Winters. Laufey, the King of Jotunheim, could no longer wield the artifact's power. It was unthinkable—even Odin had not been able to achieve such a feat.
Who was this man? How could such a backward world, as Laufey perceived Midgard to be, produce warriors so far beyond his comprehension? A sinking realization struck him: he had underestimated Midgard, as had all of Jotunheim.
"We have always underestimated this world," Laufey admitted, his deep voice resonating despite his vulnerable position. Leon's iron grip on his throat rendered him powerless, yet Laufey maintained the dignity befitting a king.
"When a god rules the world," Laufey continued, "he seldom considers lesser civilizations worthy of notice. Arrogance and confidence... there is only a fine line between them."
Leon's calm, steady gaze seemed to pierce through Laufey's very being. His voice was low, but it carried a weight that silenced everything around him. "It's normal for you to play your games, Laufey, but you crossed the line."
The line was clear to everyone—Leon, Laufey, and all those who watched in awe.
Leon's presence left no doubt: he was a force far beyond comprehension, a master who had been quietly watching the world from the shadows. To him, this war was nothing more than a child's play. But Laufey's hubris—his attempt to freeze the entire Earth—had provoked Leon to act.
On the battlefield below, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three gazed up at the distant sky where Leon hovered, his golden aura illuminating the heavens. Volstagg, his body covered in wounds, muttered to his companions, "Odin's beard... Why does Midgard feel so different from what we remember?"