War: New Asgard Burns

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The air was thick with tension as Aiden surveyed the battlefield from the shadows. His voice cut through the silence.

"Are we ready?"

A sea of nods followed, each face illuminated faintly by the eerie glow of his shadow-infused power. The castle was surrounded, and they didn't even know it. This was thanks to Aiden—while he couldn't transport everyone inside his shadows, he'd done something arguably more effective. He'd cloaked the entire strike force in darkness, rendering them invisible to the enemy's watchful eyes.

Valeria stood beside him, donned in an advanced white-and-blue suit reminiscent of Iron Man's armor—though she had modified it to a degree that even Stark himself would struggle to recognize. Her voice was cool, robotic, but filled with unwavering determination.

"We are ready," she confirmed.

Elsa's voice crackled through the comms. "Here too. We've got eyes on the barracks and the Valkyrie stations. We're good to go."

Carl took a slow sip from his vodka bottle before chiming in, "Yeah, yeah, me too. We've got visuals on that bastard's little palace." His voice dripped with disgust as he referred to Karl's Harem Castle—a den of luxury built solely to house Karl's personal concubines, his twisted fantasy made reality.

Aiden's lip curled in distaste at the mention, but he focused. He turned to Valeria. "Whichever of you two spots Daken first, call the other. Don't engage alone. Got it, Valeria? You're too important to die here."

She crossed her arms, eyeing him with a sharp gaze before nodding. "You don't have to tell me twice."

Aiden grinned. "Good." Then, his expression shifted as his eyes gleamed mischievously. "Now... tell me, Valeria—do you like green fire?"

She tilted her head slightly. "Green fire?"

Aiden's smirk widened as his irises turned a brilliant emerald, his black hair shifting, streaks of deep green weaving through it like tendrils of raw magic. "Eldritch Dragon Slayer Magic."

A surge of power rippled through him. His back erupted with bone-like dragon wings, forged from pure magic, crackling with eldritch energy. Without hesitation, he soared into the night sky, leaving a trail of green and black flames in his wake.

Above the castle, he extended his arm, gathering an immense sphere of dark green fire in his palm. The heat warped the air around it, a swirling mass of destructive force that pulsed with unrestrained power.

Then, he threw it.

The fireball descended like a falling star, a brilliant streak of green light that roared toward the castle—

—Only to collide against an invisible barrier.

A brilliant blue glow flared around the fortress, absorbing the impact. The flames dispersed harmlessly, leaving the walls untouched.

Then, a voice echoed through the night, dripping with condescension.

"You'll have to do better than that, kid."

Amora.

Aiden stared for a brief moment before bursting into laughter. "You know what? You're right!"

Then, the sky shifted.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of identical dark green fireballs manifested behind Aiden, each one brimming with eldritch might.

For the first time, there was no need to hold back. No need to conceal his power, no need to suppress his strength for fear of collateral damage. His allies were a safe distance away, hidden and waiting. This time, it was just him.

Just him and destruction.

"No more holding back!" Aiden roared. "Let the light show begin!"

With a single motion, he sent the barrage raining down upon the castle.

The blue barrier shattered upon impact, pieces of crackling energy breaking apart as the unrelenting firestorm crashed into the fortress. The structure trembled under the onslaught—stone walls cracked, towers collapsed, and the very earth quaked beneath the sheer force of Aiden's attack.

Smoke and fire consumed the night, casting eerie green shadows over the battlefield.

The New Asgard War

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The moment Aiden's green firestorm engulfed the sky, casting its eerie glow over New Asgard, Elsa's comm buzzed. The signal had been given.

"Move in!" Elsa commanded, her voice a razor's edge of focus and anticipation.

The Resistance platoon surged forward, cloaked in shadows, their movements masked by Aiden's lingering magic. The Dark Valkyries had already begun to mobilize, their forces rushing toward the castle to deal with the unexpected aerial assault. It was the perfect opening.

Elsa led the charge.

The barracks, a sprawling structure of darkened stone and reinforced Asgardian metal, loomed ahead. Normally, it would be an impenetrable fortress, but tonight? Tonight, it was a trap waiting to be sprung.

As they neared, Elsa raised her massive shotgun—an arcane-infused weapon gifted to her by Valeria—and fired. The explosive blast tore through the barracks' entrance, shattering the doors inward. Immediately, a volley of gunfire and enchanted bullets followed, lighting up the darkness with streaks of glowing orange and blue.

The first line of Dark Valkyries fell before they even knew what hit them.

Inside the barracks, the confusion was instantaneous. The Dark Valkyries—elite warriors twisted by Amora's dark sorcery—were disciplined, powerful, and nearly unstoppable in direct combat. But this? This was not a battle they had prepared for.

They had been running toward the castle, drawn away from their posts to deal with Aiden's onslaught. The Resistance had struck at the perfect time.

Elsa wasted no time.

With a flick of her wrist, a crimson energy blade materialized around her forearm—her Bloodstone power surging through her veins. She lunged into the fray, cutting down the first Valkyrie with a precise, almost surgical slash. Her shotgun, now strapped to her back, hummed with reloading mechanisms, ready for its next shot.

The barracks became a war zone.

Resistance soldiers unleashed torrents of advanced gunfire, their weapons enhanced by Valeria's cutting-edge modifications. Bullets laced with arcane energy tore through Asgardian armor like paper. Fire grenades detonated, igniting tapestries and wooden beams, casting flickering shadows against the chaos.

The Dark Valkyries fought back hard—swords clashed, magic exploded, and the air grew thick with the scent of burning metal and blood.

A Valkyrie lunged at Elsa, twin black blades gleaming in the firelight.

"Too slow, love." Elsa sidestepped smoothly, her enhanced reflexes allowing her to twist just out of range. Her palm glowed red-hot as she grabbed the Valkyrie by the face, her Bloodstone-infused strength crushing the warrior's skull with a sickening crunch before tossing the lifeless body aside.

The Resistance was winning.

The Dark Valkyries, despite their sheer power, were being butchered. They had never faced an assault like this—modern firepower mixed with raw supernatural might. Their lines broke as their comrades fell around them, their barracks consumed in a growing inferno.

Then the ground trembled.

A powerful shockwave ripped through the battlefield, forcing soldiers on both sides to stagger. The oppressive weight of something massive filled the air.

Then came the voice.

"Enough."

A figure descended from the sky, her silhouette outlined by the flames licking at the ruins of the barracks. Her armor was midnight black, her sword wreathed in unnatural shadows.

Brunnhilde.

But not the Brunnhilde the legends spoke of. Not the noble warrior, not the protector of Asgard. This was Brunnhilde the Fallen, Amora's corrupted champion.

Her eyes glowed like twin pits of darkness, her expression cold and merciless.

"Elsa Bloodstone." She pointed her sword at Elsa, her stance rigid, calculated. "You dare bring war to the Valkyries?"

Elsa let out a slow, deliberate exhale, rolling her shoulders as her fingers flexed around her shotgun. "Well, darling, I wasn't going to wait for an invitation."

Brunnhilde didn't waste time with words.

She attacked.

A streak of black lightning—pure void magic—erupted from her sword, surging toward Elsa. But Elsa was ready. She leapt to the side just as the impact exploded behind her, reducing an entire squad of Resistance fighters to dust.

Elsa spun mid-air, her shotgun roaring in response. The enchanted bullets collided against Brunnhilde's armor, but the Valkyrie barely flinched. She moved with terrifying grace, dodging the shots that would have been fatal to anyone else.

Then she closed the distance.

Their blades met in a shower of sparks—Elsa's Bloodstone saber against Brunnhilde's shadow-forged sword. The force behind Brunnhilde's strikes was monstrous, each swing hammering down with the weight of a god. Elsa's arms burned with the strain of blocking, but she wasn't about to back down.

She ducked under a slash, rolling between Brunnhilde's legs before pivoting on her heel and delivering a brutal pistol whip to the side of the Valkyrie's skull.

Brunnhilde staggered.

Elsa smirked. "Oh, love, did that actually hurt?"

Brunnhilde growled and retaliated instantly, her fist slamming into Elsa's gut with bone-shattering force. Elsa was sent flying, crashing through the smoldering remains of a barracks wall.

But she wasn't down.

Coughing, Elsa forced herself back to her feet, her Bloodstone healing factor already kicking in. "Bitch, I felt that one."

Brunnhilde charged again.

Their battle continued in a deadly, breathtaking blur—swords clashing, bullets firing, magic searing the air between them. Around them, the war raged on. Dark Valkyries fell by the dozens, gunned down by Resistance forces. The barracks were collapsing, fire consuming everything in its path.

Brunnhilde swung for Elsa's neck—Elsa barely dodged, feeling the blade's edge graze her cheek. In retaliation, she summoned a Bloodstone construct—a jagged spear—and drove it forward.

Brunnhilde caught it mid-thrust with her bare hand, snapping it in two.

Their gazes locked. Both women, battered, bloodied, and unyielding.

Neither one would win this fight tonight.

But as the barracks burned, as the Resistance routed what remained of the Dark Valkyries, Elsa allowed herself a small, savage grin.

"Looks like your little army isn't doing too well, darling."

Brunnhilde narrowed her eyes. "This isn't over."

With a sudden burst of void energy, she leapt back, retreating into the night.

Elsa exhaled heavily, wiping blood from her lip. "Oh, I know."

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