Chapter 282: C273
"Huh? What happened? How did he do that?"
The goddess of strength, Srud, shook her head, dislodging the frost that had gathered on her helmet. She stretched her stiff body, her face full of confusion.
"Wait... is this the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters from the Jotunheim giants?"
Tyr, the God of War, had sharp eyesight. He looked up and saw the triangular, azure gemstone necklace hanging around Leon's neck, wisps of freezing air emanating from it.
"I think I heard that Wanda reforged the Casket of Ancient Winters into a necklace and gave it to Leon... but for him to have completely mastered it in such a short time? That's unbelievable."
Thor shivered slightly, still feeling the lingering chill, and couldn't help but be surprised.
The other gods flew around the massive icicle and confirmed that Surtur was truly frozen. Seeing that he wouldn't be escaping anytime soon, they finally breathed a sigh of relief and descended to the ground.
"I, too, happened to overhear Thor and Tyr's conversation, and I was just as shocked."
The Casket of Ancient Winters had once been a trophy from Odin's conquest of Jotunheim, sealed away in his treasure vault for centuries. This artifact was immensely powerful, but since it was an heirloom of the Frost Giants, the Asgardians had never been able to wield it—lacking the necessary bloodline.
Perhaps it was Asgardian pride that kept it locked away. After all, a trophy should remain in the treasure vault, gathering dust for eternity.
But no one could have expected that, in this dire moment, an artifact belonging to an enemy race would be reforged and wielded by a guardian from Midgard.