The Casket of Ancient Winters
It is the Frost Giant clan's sacred artifact in Jotunheim. The cold it releases can instantly freeze a planet and annihilate civilizations.
Its impact on the climate is unimaginably vast, almost permanent. Even after losing the Casket of Ancient Winters for a thousand years, Jotunheim remains perpetually frozen, with snow falling all year round.
The Eternal Flame
It is the sacred artifact of the Fire Giants in Muspelheim—never extinguishing and capable of burning everything.
So, what would happen if the Eternal Flame met the Casket of Ancient Winters? Could the Eternal Flame burn away the icy aura within the casket?
Crimson Universe
The Crimson Overlord sat on his throne, his gaze piercing through layers of the multiverse toward Asgard.
In his eyes, Asgard was no longer the vast, divine realm of legend. Instead, it was a battlefield of ice and fire.
The entirety of Asgard had been split in two: one half covered in snow and ice—dark, eerie, and cold; the other half blazing with fire—crimson, scorching, and boiling.
"Interesting!"
Ever since Rimuru devoured the red ruby, Old Sai had taken a particular interest in her. Among all the Red Tanks he had created, almost every single one lost their sanity from the side effects of the Crimson Power, becoming little more than reckless weapons of destruction.
Rimuru was the only exception, which both surprised and amused him, prompting him to casually bestow a blessing.
But what Old Sai didn't anticipate was that while Rimuru appeared well-behaved, she was far more unpredictable and trouble-prone than any host he had ever created.
Turning half of Asgard into a blazing inferno? That was truly something!
Odin, that old fellow, is finally having his day, Old Sai thought with amusement.
Muspelheim
A colossal being, ablaze with fire, looked toward Asgard.
This was none other than the de facto ruler of Muspelheim—Queen Sindr.
"Half of Asgard is ablaze! Father, Father has returned!"
"I know. I always knew that a powerful and beautiful Father would return!"
"Is Asgard calling upon the ice of the Nine Realms to contend with Father?"
Sindr was unimpressed. If Odin were in charge, it might be useful. But the one wielding the ice, compared to Father, was clearly no mere challenger.
Jotunheim
Many Frost Giants knelt, shouting Laufey's name in unison.
The revival of the Casket of Ancient Winters' power made the blood of all Frost Giants resonate. Even across billions of galaxies, they felt its effect. This included the miserably fleeing Loki.
Feeling the constantly strengthening ice within him, Loki's heart turned cold, a constant reminder that Frost Giant blood flowed through his veins.
Loki had originally cooperated with Laufey to destroy Jotunheim, hoping to prove to his father that he was more worthy than Thor and fit to be King of Asgard. But in his escape, he had personally given away the Casket of Ancient Winters. Now, Asgard might already be doomed!
"We see Loki! Chase!"
His location exposed, another intense pursuit began. Loki, however, was somewhat accustomed to it.
Just as he seemed cornered, a voice echoed in his mind:
"Child, come this way. Quickly, come this way."
Startled, Loki looked around but saw no one. The voice persisted. After a moment of hesitation, he fled toward its source.
Asgard
Looking at the world of ice and fire before them, all those taking refuge in the palace were dumbfounded. They couldn't imagine how a battle between just two beings could reach such terrifying proportions.
How had Odin defeated them back then?
The one burning with fire—surely that must be Surtur, the destroyer of Asgard Odin had prophesied. Is he really fighting for Asgard? Is this even possible?
It was unbelievable.
Gurgle, gurgle!
Wherever Rimuru stepped, fire blazed, igniting everything, even the ground, which had melted into rivers of red-hot lava.
Opposite her stood the equally colossal Laufey.
The ice power of the Casket of Ancient Winters erupted to its fullest. Behind Laufey, snow and wind filled the sky. Wherever he stepped, ice spread across thousands of miles, freezing everything in his path.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Cold winds howled, and snow filled the sky. A storm brewed behind Laufey, rolling forward like a vast army, charging toward Rimuru's realm of fire.
Rimuru, naturally, would show no weakness. Endless flames blazed, beginning to erode and strangle the ice.
Fire and ice clashed like thousands of iron cavalry in military formation, galloping and roaring.
The war was brutal—thousands perished, yet neither side would admit defeat.
As time passed, Laufey's unease grew. How could this be? Rimuru had fought him to this extent, yet showed no signs of weakening. Could she truly control Surtur's power? Impossible.
Magic has limits, and she had clearly exceeded them.
Laufey gritted his teeth. The taste of failure was unbearable. He had no intention of experiencing it again.
As a direct descendant of Ymir, Laufey's bloodline was noble, and his life was long. He was an undeniable immortal. Having lost to Odin, he could still outlast him, to see who would survive longer.
Just as now—Odin was old, Thor not yet grown—this was his opportunity.
But Rimuru was not Odin.
After relinquishing the Casket of Ancient Winters this time, it might never exist in this world again. Rimuru's magic of devouring everything was truly heaven-defying. She devoured Surtur, devoured the Eternal Flame, and possessed all of Surtur's power.
Laufey had been pushed to the very edge of a cliff. He could not lose.
If he lost the Casket again, Jotunheim would forever be denied its chance to rise. He could not become a traitor to his people.
A cold glint flickered in Laufey's eyes. He chose to trust his judgment. Rimuru's sudden surge in strength must come at a cost—just as his own burst of power came at the expense of nearly a thousand years of slumber. Rimuru could not wield such power without consequence.
Since a price must be paid, the question was who would be more ruthless.
Icy blades sprouted from Laufey's hands, carrying endless power, and he charged.
Rimuru, transformed into Surtur, was fearless. She held the Twilight Sword and slashed at Laufey with a single strike.
Clang!
The Twilight Sword met Laufey's icy blades. Dark pulses of light clashed against soaring flames. Ultimately, the Twilight Sword proved superior, severing the icy blades and continuing its strike against Laufey.
Pfft!
Laufey's body, forged from ten thousand years of condensed ice, was instantly cut open, leaving a gash dozens of meters long.
But Laufey's left hand, formed from ice, suddenly grabbed the Twilight Sword, while the icy blade from his right hand stabbed toward Rimuru's chest.
Pfft!
Rimuru's chest was pierced.
"Again!"
Ignoring his wound, Laufey stomped, causing a hundred-meter-long ice spike to erupt, impaling both himself and Rimuru.
Everyone was stunned. Laufey's ruthlessness—this mutual destruction fighting style—was incomprehensible. Even Rimuru herself was bewildered.
What was Laufey doing? Losing his mind? Engaging in a deadly contest?
Rimuru thought quickly, then hugged Laufey and summoned the Twilight Sword.
Stab!
The Twilight Sword flew, impaling both herself and Laufey.
Laufey: "..."
Avengers: "..."
Asgardian Gods: "..."
No one dared provoke them. Everyone was mortified. Was this a gathering of madmen?
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