Going To The Aesir Realm

Nezha exhaled slowly, the heat of his newfound power radiating faintly around him, the crimson streaks in his golden aura still flickering like embers. He adjusted his grip on his spear, its shaft warm beneath his fingers as if alive with its own energy. His fiery eyes fixed on Lucifer, who stood calmly amidst the ruins, the faint ripple of his black coat brushing against the breeze.

The boy's voice broke the silence, low but steady. "What happens now?" he asked, his tone tinged with a curiosity that barely masked the tension within him. "You gave me this power... but what are you going to do next?"

Lucifer, standing a few paces away, let the question hang in the air for a moment. His sharp features remained unreadable, though a faint glimmer of amusement flickered in his dark eyes. He tilted his head slightly, as though weighing his words. Slowly, he clasped his hands behind his back, his wings shifting ever so slightly—a subtle gesture of controlled anticipation.