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Holy Light Frostbolt

The gray-haired youth soared through the air on flaming wings, displaying a mastery of divine power surpassing Forseti.

Yet aided by the Floating Cloak of Magic, Forseti maintained superior aerial maneuverability, hovering steadily as he confronted the gray-haired youth.

Clad in golden gauntlets reminiscent of the Infinity Gauntlet, the gray-haired youth ignited flames between his fingers. The flames burned with a dazzling white intensity, exuding formidable heat.

Blinding Light!

Forseti unleashed a blinding flash, igniting flames across his body and accelerating swiftly.

Caught off guard by the blinding light, the gray-haired youth stumbled backward, blinking furiously to regain his sight.

Forseti, seizing the opportunity, raised Antusur's hand high, preparing to strike with his hammer.

The gray-haired youth interlaced his gloved hands, summoning a brilliant column of white fire that swept across the space before him.

"Boom!"

Forseti was engulfed by the fiery blast, thrown back by its sheer force.

The power of these flaming gloves is immense. Thankfully, Forseti's divine affinity with fire granted him strong resistance, sparing him from being incinerated.

Regaining his balance, Forseti's eyes gleamed with determination—he had to acquire those gloves.

Perfect for fire-based powers, their golden hue suited a Paladin perfectly. They needed to be his!

The force of the fire pillar not only repelled Forseti but also forced the gray-haired youth to retreat. Rubbing his eyes to clear his vision, he fixed his gaze on Forseti.

Blessing of the King!

Forseti's body shimmered with brilliance as the King's Blessed holy light armor enveloped him, transforming him into a majestic Paladin.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted beneath his feet as Forseti charged the gray-haired youth, wielding his warhammer and unleashing a hammer of judgment.

The gray-haired youth conjured blinding white flames in his hands, forming a shield that deflected Forseti's hammer.

Undeterred, Forseti swung Antusur's hand in a flurry of attacks.

The gray-haired youth's gloves were indeed formidable, channeling fiery power while providing exceptional protection. He parried Forseti's assaults with skill, engaging in a fierce back-and-forth exchange.

Forseti brandished Antusur's hand, releasing holy light.

Hammer of Justice!

"Boom!"

Though the gray-haired youth managed to block with his gloves, he was caught off guard by the stunning impact.

Staggering, he faltered.

Forseti followed with another hammer blow, striking the gray-haired youth squarely in the chest.

The gray-haired youth, still reeling, attempted to block with his hand but was overpowered, blood spurting as he crashed to the ground like a falling star.

"Boom!"

The ground shook.

Forseti pursued, Antusur's hand poised to strike the gray-haired youth's face.

Bleeding profusely, the gray-haired youth managed a desperate maneuver, unleashing white flames from his hands to propel himself sideways, narrowly evading Forseti's blow.

Looking up, Forseti saw the gray-haired youth fleeing into the distance in panic.

Chase!

Behind him, the Floating Cloak of Magic billowed, flames beneath Forseti's feet tracing a fiery arc through the air as he pursued.

Empowered by the golden gloves, the gray-haired youth's flight speed increased significantly. Despite the cloak's assistance, Forseti couldn't catch up—the distance between them widened.

Seeing the King's Blessing wearing off, Forseti swiftly retrieved an ice-blue longbow and three arrows from the Sanctuary space—the Ice Shaper Longbow.

Infusing holy light into the arrows, Forseti nocked and drew the bowstring.

As the bow reached full tension, icy cold power infused the arrows, transforming them into icy shafts gleaming with holy light.

"Whoosh!"

Three Holy Light Frost Arrows streaked toward the gray-haired youth.

Reacting swiftly, the gray-haired youth adjusted course, narrowly dodging the Frostbolts.

At that moment, Forseti pointed.

Holy Shock!

"Boom boom boom!"

The arrows exploded in succession, unleashing golden-blue halos that engulfed the gray-haired youth.

"What—"

The gray-haired youth screamed, plummeting from the sky, his body coated in ice shards.

Forseti descended, Antusur's hand poised to strike, holy light blazing as it targeted the gray-haired youth's exposed skull.

"Crack!"

A bone shattered.

Forseti pulled the gray-haired youth's body to the ground. His first action was to remove the golden gloves, stowing them safely in the Sanctuary space, then retrieving a spatial wristband.

Unable to store the wristband in the Sanctuary space, Forseti donned it on his wrist.

"Die!"

A familiar voice growled nearby.

Forseti recognized his old friend Ander, whom he hadn't seen in years. Ander stood guard with seventy or eighty soldiers near an entrance.

Eternal warriors attacked in force, the battle fierce.

Ander slew an enemy with his sword, only to be stabbed in return.

Reacting swiftly, Forseti pointed.

Hands of Reckoning!

The Eternal warrior froze mid-strike, giving Ander the opportunity to retaliate, dispatching his assailant with a fatal blow.

"Forseti?" Ander glanced at him in surprise.

Forseti rose, dispatching another enemy. "Long time no see, Ander."

"You've changed." Ander surveyed him, bemused. "Without your Hands of Reckoning, I might not have recognized you."

Their last encounter was in Jotunheim, over thirty years ago when Forseti was still a youth. Even without the effects of blended talents, recognition wasn't easy.

An Eternal warrior, wielding a sword akin to Thanos's, charged at Forseti.

"Charge!"

Forseti raised his shield, deflecting the attack, while asking, "What's happening here? Why is the fighting so intense?"

Ander gestured to the entrance behind him. "This is the dungeon entrance."

Dungeon?

Forseti pieced it together. "They're trying to free Asgard's prisoners."

"That's right." Ander nodded. "Among them is Ullr, Asgard's former gatekeeper. If they release him, it'll spell trouble."