Chapter 238: CH: 235 A Light Abuse
{Chapter: 235 A Light Abuse}
"Go to Hel, you sinner!" Sif shouted, lunging forward and thrusting her sword at William with all her might.
But William only smiled.
Before anyone could even register what had happened, the blade that had once been in Sif's hand was now casually gripped in William's own. His movements had been so fast, so fluid, it was as if time itself had paused for him alone. Sif stared in disbelief, her mouth slightly open.
"How... how is this possible?" she stammered, her arm frozen in the air where the sword had once been.
William examined the sword for a brief moment, then looked at Sif with calm, calculating eyes. "You Asgardians have always been born lucky," he said, his voice level but sharp with meaning. "From the moment you take your first breath, you inherit a body five times stronger than any human could ever hope to achieve. Add to that your innate connection to magic, your martial training, and the centuries you have to master your craft... it's no wonder you look down on others from atop your golden spires."
His gaze swept across the other Asgardians nearby as he continued, "You believe yourselves to be protectors of the Nine Realms. Defenders of peace. Gods among mortals. You pride yourselves on maintaining universal order. But that pride... it blinds you."
"Enough of this nonsense!" Sif snarled, her fury boiling over. "You dare insult Asgard? You are not even worthy of speaking our name!"
She lunged forward again, but William didn't move. Instead, he slowly clenched his hand around the sword—and with a sudden crack of pressure, the metal shattered like fragile glass in his palm.
Sif recoiled, eyes wide. "No... this can't be. That sword was forged in the heart of a dying star. A mortal can't break it..."
"You still don't understand, do you?" William said, stepping toward her. "Today, you face someone who doesn't play by your rules. I'm not bound by the old stories, or the hierarchy you cling to."