"It amazes me that such a backward civilization can produce a strong individual like you. However, be warned—a single wrong choice could bring disaster upon you."
Laufey's low voice resonated ominously.
To Wanda, his words were nothing but empty rhetoric. She snorted coldly. The world trembled in response.
As she raised her hands, bloody energy surged outward, spreading like a sentient wave toward Laufey and the Frost Giants. Recognizing the danger, Laufey's expression grew tense.
The atmosphere was saturated with Wanda's overwhelming magical power and Haki. Anyone caught in it would suffer a devastating double blow—both physically and mentally. For Laufey, his own combat effectiveness might merely be reduced, but his army would almost certainly be obliterated in an instant.
Though the Frost Giants were physically resilient and highly resistant to magic, even their formidable endurance paled in comparison to the might of a Sky Father. Laufey had already assessed Wanda's strength—it was on par with the most powerful beings he had ever faced.
Still, Laufey wasn't about to back down. Not when the Casket was within reach. Victory in this war would grant him what he desired most.
With a deafening boom, Laufey raised his right hand to the sky. A massive storm of freezing air and frost erupted, its fury threatening to consume everything. The sheer force of the storm temporarily neutralized Wanda's offensive.
Now, the battlefield transformed into a clash of two worlds: on one side, an endless winter of ice and snow; on the other, a bloody, hellish purgatory. The two realms collided violently, unleashing bursts of lightning and sparks that lit the chaos.
The ground quaked, as though the apocalypse itself had arrived.
The Frost Giant army, Sif, the Warriors Three, and the Avengers could do little but watch. At this level of combat, they were mere spectators, unable to intervene. For the first time, they bore witness to a confrontation far beyond anything human imagination could grasp.
The frost could freeze all in an instant, and a mere glance from either combatant could shatter a lesser being's soul. The upheaval of the world seemed beyond comprehension, leaving onlookers drenched in sweat.
Even Tony Stark, clad in his cutting-edge armor, felt the crushing weight of his insignificance.
"Jarvis..." Tony's voice wavered slightly.
"Sir, there is significant magnetic interference in the area, making precise calculations impossible," Jarvis responded. "However, preliminary analysis suggests that the enemy's frost measures approximately 200 degrees below zero, capable of instantly freezing most materials on Earth."
Tony clenched his jaw. "And the armor?"
"Your MK suit includes anti-low-temperature materials, but such extreme conditions will freeze it as well. Mobility can only be maintained through sustained power transmission to heat the suit. Additionally, Ms. Wanda's power generates intense mental force fields. The mind chip can reduce their effects, but it cannot eliminate them entirely."
The mind chip was one of Tony's precautions against psychic attacks—a particularly elusive and dangerous threat. While the chip provided some defense, it was far from perfect due to technological limitations.
"Fantastic," Tony muttered bitterly, frustration simmering beneath the surface. For all his genius, his armor—so advanced on Earth—was utterly inadequate against threats of this scale.
Nearby, Volstagg, ever the blunt Asgardian warrior, turned to his comrades. "Odin help me, I never thought I'd see someone so terrifying."
His gaze lingered on Wanda, floating mid-air, exuding raw power. Though unafraid of death—as no Asgardian warrior is—Volstagg couldn't shake his newfound respect for Wanda. Her defense of Asgard and her overwhelming strength earned her their admiration.
"She's not even twenty by Midgardian standards," Sif murmured, awe glimmering in her eyes. Wanda's grace and dominance captured her completely.
Fandral, the ever-romantic warrior, was equally impressed. "Such elegance," he said, his eyes darting to the crossed swords wielded by Wanda's allies, Pietro and Sergei. "I must spar with them someday—there's so much to learn!"
Meanwhile, Logan, ever the primal force, felt his instincts flare. The display of power awakened his inner beast. He clenched his fists, ready to charge into battle.
Others, like Scott, stood quietly, taking in the scene with a mix of admiration and unease.
Above them all, Wanda remained a figure of unmatched power, reshaping the very fabric of reality as her magic clashed with Laufey's frost.