Marvel: My Sign-in System

Laufey had never imagined that since his war with Odin, he would one day find himself in such a humiliating situation.

The young man before him radiated an unfathomable power, completely severing his connection to the Casket of Ancient Winters. Laufey, the King of Jotunheim, could no longer wield the artifact's power. It was unthinkable—even Odin had not been able to achieve such a feat.

Who was this man? How could such a backward world, as Laufey perceived Midgard to be, produce warriors so far beyond his comprehension? A sinking realization struck him: he had underestimated Midgard, as had all of Jotunheim.

"We have always underestimated this world," Laufey admitted, his deep voice resonating despite his vulnerable position. Leon's iron grip on his throat rendered him powerless, yet Laufey maintained the dignity befitting a king.

"When a god rules the world," Laufey continued, "he seldom considers lesser civilizations worthy of notice. Arrogance and confidence... there is only a fine line between them."

Leon's calm, steady gaze seemed to pierce through Laufey's very being. His voice was low, but it carried a weight that silenced everything around him. "It's normal for you to play your games, Laufey, but you crossed the line."

The line was clear to everyone—Leon, Laufey, and all those who watched in awe.

Leon's presence left no doubt: he was a force far beyond comprehension, a master who had been quietly watching the world from the shadows. To him, this war was nothing more than a child's play. But Laufey's hubris—his attempt to freeze the entire Earth—had provoked Leon to act.

On the battlefield below, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three gazed up at the distant sky where Leon hovered, his golden aura illuminating the heavens. Volstagg, his body covered in wounds, muttered to his companions, "Odin's beard… Why does Midgard feel so different from what we remember?"

"It's more formidable than many of the realms we've encountered," agreed Fandral, stroking his meticulously groomed mustache.

Thor, watching the events unfold, spoke with rare solemnity. "Perhaps we have been blind. We've clung to the glories of the past and ignored the miracles of the present. This world continues to give rise to forces beyond our imagination."

His voice softened as he added, "His name is Leon. He is Wanda's leader and a guardian of immeasurable power. He once expelled the master of Hell himself. We owe him the utmost respect."

Volstagg chuckled nervously. "Don't worry, Thor. I'll show him plenty of respect. After all, I'd rather not have my timeline reversed and end up back in my mother's womb!"

Sif, standing resolutely among the Frost Giants frozen in place, rested her sword on the ground and looked skyward. Her eyes shone with admiration. "He is powerful... and striking," she murmured.

Asgardians, whether male or female, respected strength above all. And in Leon, Sif saw the perfect embodiment of power, aesthetics, and presence.

Her admiration did not go unnoticed. The Warriors Three exchanged amused glances, but Thor merely laughed. "If Sif were to wed him," Thor joked, "it would surely be a tale for the ages—a bond between Asgard and Midgard that would live on in legend."

Sif rolled her eyes, though she was long accustomed to Thor's banter.

Meanwhile, Laufey, still held in Leon's grip, spoke calmly despite his dire situation. "So," he said, "as the victor, what will you do with us?"

The answer was clear. Laufey and his army were utterly defeated, their fate now in Leon's hands. Having long accepted the harsh realities of strength and power, Laufey awaited his judgment with surprising composure.

Before Leon could speak, Wanda floated forward, her graceful movements captivating. With a flick of her wrist, the Casket of Ancient Winters slipped from Laufey's grasp and into her hand.

"This will make a fine prize," she said, inspecting the artifact with a mix of glee and disdain. Though she appreciated its power, she found its bulky design distasteful. "Perhaps I'll rework it into something more elegant... like the Eye of Agamotto."

Laufey's expression turned blank, his spirit seemingly crushed. The ancient artifact, which he had only just regained, had been snatched away before he could even wield it properly. His numbness gave way to a calm acceptance.

Leon's voice broke the silence. "Keisha."

A mechanical hum filled the air as Leon issued his command. "Amplify capacity output. Target coordinates: Frost Giant forces. Execute judgment."

Golden light engulfed Laufey and the 80,000 Frost Giants below. Their bodies glowed as an intense heat, like the heart of the sun, radiated from within. One by one, the Frost Giants ignited, their icy essence turned to fuel for the flames consuming them.

Laufey remained still in Leon's grasp, meeting his end with dignity. The Frost Giants' roars of agony echoed across the battlefield, and soon, they were reduced to nothing but ash carried away by the wind.

Leon, silent and unmoved, released Laufey's remains. The ashes scattered like forgotten memories.

Wanda, clutching the Casket of Ancient Winters, smiled faintly. "Another problem solved," she said softly.

The battlefield fell silent once more, save for the whispers of awe and fear from those who had witnessed Leon's overwhelming power. The storm had passed, but its memory would remain.

It was a reminder that Midgard was far from a simple, insignificant realm.

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