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Holy Light Defense Line

Forseti knew that the Cloak of the Supreme Sanctuary was sentient, but he hadn't expected it to be so capricious, untouched by anyone for over a millennium.

When Doctor Strange arrived at the Supreme Sanctuary, the Cloak transformed into a dog in seconds, much to his amusement...

"How did it gain consciousness?" Rowe asked.

Flocari shook his head. "According to records, the first Supreme Mage disappeared for a year. When he returned, he had lost an eye and all his hair. Since then, the Cloak has possessed its own consciousness."

"That's quite something," Forseti frowned. "Did he explain anything?"

"No," Flocari replied.

Forseti fell silent for a moment, deciding not to press further on the matter. Instead, he asked, "How is the defense in London?"

"Not promising. Your arrival is fortunate; without you, we might not withstand another Frost Giant assault," Flocari admitted gravely. "Lord Forseti, how many has Asgard sent this time?"

"These are just the advance troops; a larger force will follow. Rest assured, Asgard will aid in driving the Frost Giants from Earth," Forseti assured him.

Flocari sighed with relief, nodding. "We must prepare swiftly. I suspect the Frost Giants will strike again tonight."

With that, conversation ceased as everyone prepared for the impending battle.

As the sun set, night descended upon London.

In the shattered city, remnants of frost left by the Frost Giants made the night unusually cold.

The city's residents had been evacuated earlier in the day by the mages of the London Sanctuary, using portals to transport them swiftly—a task impossible without such magic.

Late into the night, Forseti stood alongside the Black Panther, Bassanga, and Supreme Mage Flocari atop the city wall, watching intently.

Despite the towering city walls, they provided little defense against this otherworldly threat. Built for human warfare, they were insufficient against the Frost Giants.

A coalition of Asgardian and Wakandan warriors, Supreme Sanctuary mages, and various other volunteers, totaling about five hundred strong, gathered nearby.

Though numerically superior, the bulk of their combat strength lay within the hundred Asgardian warriors.

Suddenly, a portal opened beside them, and a mage emerged with a grim expression. "The enemy approaches."

"Prepare for battle!" Forseti commanded, drawing the sword of Rivendell from his waist.

Simultaneously, outside the thick walls of London, figures emerged swiftly in the dark, accompanied by an icy chill.

Soon, the blue forms of the Frost Giants came into view, their blood-red eyes visible even from a distance.

"Click."

Ice thorns began to form as the Frost Giants approached, aimed directly at the city wall.

Forseti bonded with Venom, allowing its tendrils to help wield his weapons. He turned to two Wakandan warriors nearby. "Lend me your shields."

The warriors hesitated, startled by his transformation into a golden-armored figure, before promptly handing over their shields.

Holy Shield!

Forseti wielded two vibranium shields, channeling holy light through them. The shields gleamed with golden light, forming formidable barriers.

With shields in hand, he leaped forward, charging at the approaching Frost Giants.

"Boom! Boom!"

Ice projectiles flew towards him, but Forseti deflected most with his shields. Some shards struck him, but he pressed on.

As he closed in on the Frost Giants, Forseti directed Venom's tendrils to aid in wielding his weapons—Antu'Sul in one hand and the sword of Rivendell in the other.

Though not as dexterous as his own limbs, Venom's tendrils proved effective, parrying incoming ice thorns.

In the dark of night, Forseti, transformed into a symbiote warrior of light, struck at the Frost Giants like a golden whirlwind.

"It's an Asgardian!" a Frost Giant exclaimed.

Once renowned across the Nine Realms, Forseti had been isolated for over a millennium, and some Frost Giants no longer recognized the name Laufey, much less Forseti.

"Blessed Blade, Judgment Hammer!"

Forseti swung the sword in a spiraling arc while the hammer, Antu'Sul, followed, delivering thunderous blows that sent enemies flying.

As more Frost Giants approached, Forseti planted his sword into the ground, releasing a burst of holy light.

The consecrated light spread, forming intricate golden patterns on the ground. Frost Giants stepping on them recoiled in agony or stumbled.

Behind him, the Cloak of Levitation fluttered, assisting Rivendell's sword in flight. The holy light continued to expand, creating a defensive line of divine energy.

This attack was devastating against Muspelheim demons but only moderately effective against Frost Giants, who endured the holy light's burning effects, albeit with discomfort.

Forseti didn't expect to defeat the Frost Giants with holy light alone; he sought to gain a tactical advantage.

With the Holy Light Defense Line established, full-scale combat erupted between the Asgardian coalition and the three hundred Frost Giants.

Asgard, Golden Palace.

"Waa! Waa! Waa!"

Suddenly, the sound of a baby's cry echoed through the hall.

"Don't cry, Thor. Don't cry," Frigg hurried over, baring her breast to nurse little Thor.

The infant Thor suckled and soon quieted, his chubby face settling into contentment.

Odin entered, his hand instinctively resting near his wounded abdomen.

Seeing little Thor nursing, Odin smiled and gently touched the child's cheek.

Frigga then said, "Odin, you said Thor was your heir, didn't you?"

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