Chapter 764: The end of the Tournament of Destiny
All the Vikings in the stands couldn’t help but stare at Freya in awe and shock. A collective, stunned silence swept through the crowd as they witnessed the overwhelming power radiating from her body. Somehow, against all odds, she had managed to recover from her wounds—standing tall, exuding an aura that rivaled even the enhanced Lucius.
Unlike the average Vikings, the super powerhouses in the podiums were sharp and perceptive enough to grasp the core of Freya’s sudden transformation. They understood what fueled her resurgence. The source of her strength was unmistakable: the strange core embedded in her chest.
But they also knew the truth—this power came at a terrible price.
That core, while granting her unimaginable might, was a double-edged sword. To unleash such devastating strength, Freya was burning her own life force at an outrageous rate. Based on their calculations, she had—at most—a few minutes left to live.
Freya knew this, of course. She had always known the immense price she would have to pay to trigger the core, and that even victory would mean death. But when it came to fighting for control over her destiny, even her own life was not too high a price to pay.
Her voice rang out across the arena, filled with monstrous will and unyielding resolve.
"Let’s end this battle!"
A ferocious demonic blood aura erupted from her body, blasting in all directions as she surged forward like a bloody comet.
Lucius’s eyes widened, his mind reeling from the sheer speed and power Freya now commanded. But there was no time to dwell on the shock—his instincts kicked in, and he moved to meet her charge, raising his rusty sword with grim determination.
"No matter what," Lucius thought, "I must win this battle—to prove the weakness of that decrepit god—and the might of our Lord!"
That thought burned in his heart, fueling a sharpened resolve as fierce as Freya’s own.