Liam's instincts flared, a deep sense of unease settling in his gut.
Fenrir growled beside him. The massive wolf's fur bristled as its ears twitched, detecting sothing Liam couldn't quite place. Then, without warning, the first portal tore open in the sky.
It was a rift of swirling black and red energy, pulsating with chaotic power. More portals followed, forming an ominous circle around them. From each portal erged monstrous beings, each more grotesque than the last. So were engulfed in raging flas, their molten bodies dripping embers onto the ground. Others exuded a bone-chilling cold that made even the Frost Giants seem warm in comparison. Their icy limbs cracked and reford with every movent, their eyes burning with an eerie blue light.
Liam wasted no ti. With a flick of his wrist, the Blades of Chaos ignited, their hellish glow illuminating the battlefield. He lunged forward, chains whipping through the air as he decapitated the first flaming beast. The creature howled before disintegrating into ash. Another lunged at him from behind, but Liam's newly heightened senses warned him a fraction of a second before it struck. He sidestepped, twirling mid-air, and hurled Draupnir's spear straight into its skull. The beast shrieked as golden energy exploded from the impact, sending charred remains flying in every direction.
He landed smoothly, barely breaking a sweat. But the horde kept coming.
Summoning the Leviathan Axe, he slamd it into the ground. Ice burst outward in a freezing wave, coating the battlefield in a thick layer of frost. The cold-afflicted monsters slowed, their bodies cracking under the sudden temperature shift.
Raising his hand, he summoned Sila's magic. A circle of fire erupted around him, flas spiraling upward. With a single thrust of his palm, he unleashed a "Fusillade," sending a barrage of flaming lances piercing through multiple enemies. They screeched as they were incinerated, their molten cores unable to withstand the searing assault.
Liam switched to Prav's magic, raising his hand to summon a swirling sphere of water. He launched "Cluster Bolt," a piercing water lance, striking the beast's core. The monster stumbled, ice forming over its body. Not missing a beat, Liam dashed forward, igniting the Blades of Chaos and driving them into the creature's chest, lting the frozen corpse from within.
The battlefield was chaos. Liam was a blur, flipping, striking, and shifting between magic and lee effortlessly. Fenrir joined the fray, tearing through the monsters with razor-sharp fangs and crushing jaws.
More portals opened. More monsters poured in. Liam didn't understand where they were coming from but he didn't care. Having the ability of Heimdall allowed him to expect any kind of attack coming at him, especially attacks from these monsters that couldn't even think for themselves. Barrages of magic, weapons and moves were thrown upon them and soon a pile of them was gathered.
Fenrir too was very eager to prove Liam that it was a great helper as it tore through the monsters and also threw ice shards and frozen waves at the monsters, freezing the burned monsters.
As he cut down another wave of creatures, the air around him grew heavier. A presence unlike anything he had encountered before seeped into the battlefield. Then, from one of the portals, a man stepped forward. Clad in dark, flowing robes, his crimson eyes burned with malevolent amusent. His aura alone was suffocating, and Liam felt an overwhelming sense of dread coil in his gut.
"You wield quite the arsenal," the man mused. "But I have co only for one thing... the Blades. Hand them over, and I will spare you."
"Not a chance." Liam narrowed his eyes.
"A sha. But expected." The man sighed, shaking his head.
Without warning, he struck. Flas erupted around him, the very air bending to his will. Liam barely had ti to react as the battle began. He hurled the Spear of Draupnir, but the man evaded it quite easily as if expecting the attack. But Liam wasn't done, as he slowed down ti, which was an exclusive ability of Heimdall and then lashed out at the man. The blades struck the man and tore through his apparel and was able to inflict wounds upon the man.
The man seed to be surprised that Liam was able to slow down ti. Because ti was a taboo thing and Liam was able to wield it and even wound him, which he consecutively healed. The next few monts Liam made new moves with his weapons but after learning the lesson with ti slowing down the man seed to wave in and out of realities which Liam didn't understand.
Fenrir was in charge of keeping the monsters at bay which were trying to get to him.
"You fight well," the man admitted, "but you are still so... ignorant."
The man then summoned a huge scythe, a black dark weapon which seed to be made of black hole itself.The man surged forward, wreathed in hellfire, and before Liam could move and avoid the attacks since he had predicted it, the scythe seed to extend beyond his expectation, and then an agony exploded through him.
He looked down only to see his left hand gone as that was the part the scythe was able to cleave through. Liam's eyes went wide as he saw blood pouring out. Fenrir turned around to see his beloved master had lost a hand and went berserk.
He lunged at the man.
"Fenrir.. No..." Liam scread but it was already too late. The man stabbed the wolf from under the body with his scythe and lodged it.
"Now give the Blades.." The man spoke again. Liam was beyond angry at this point. Hellish fires seed to be burning on his body. The man who always seed to have a smirk on his face, got serious as he could see the rage coursing through the skin of Liam.
This was the Spartan rage that he had inherited from Atreus, sa as his father. He got up and lunged at the man only to be stopped mid air with a blow on his neck, making him unconscious instantly and falling face down on the wet ground.
Fenrir squealed when it saw that.
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