Loki's arrogance was legendary, but for once, he had the right to be proud.
As one of the oldest Norse gods, his strength was undisputed—even among deities, Loki stood at the apex. More than raw power, he was infamous for conjuring monsters straight out of myth: Fenrir, the wolf whose name inspired terror; Midgardsormr, the World Serpent—creatures whose mere existence warped the balance of the world.
Tonight, Tenra and his companions faced an enemy more terrifying than any before.
Tenra glanced over his shoulder, sizing up his allies and their odds. Numbers favored them, but numbers alone weren't enough. Loki was a force of nature. Fenrir could match the Two Heavenly Dragons at their peak. Sköll and Hati, though weaker than their father, were still Maou-class threats, and their "God-Slaying Fangs" could pierce any defense—deadly, no matter how you measured them.
Then there were the five mass-produced Midgardsormr, each one a calamity in its own right.
The enemy's strength was overwhelming. Tenra's face turned grim.
If he didn't split their forces wisely, even victory would come at a terrible price. Rias and Sona's teams might survive, but the weaker girls—his peerage, his family—could be slaughtered.
Tenra refused to lose a single one.
His mind raced. A plan formed, crisp and clear.
"Rias, Sona—you take your peerages and handle Sköll and Hati!"
"Yubelluna, lead the others against the five Midgardsormr. Don't fight head-on—just keep them busy. Mittelt, Kalawarna, you're with her."
"Yes!" The girls answered in perfect unison.
Pairing Rias and Sona with their teams against Sköll and Hati was almost overkill, but only overwhelming force would guarantee no casualties. Yubelluna's squad was elite, but taking on five Ultimate-Class monsters was pushing it. Still, if they just stalled, they'd hold out until reinforcements arrived.
That left Loki and Fenrir—the true monsters.
"I'll handle Loki and Fenrir. Rossweisse, Raynare—you support me."
"Understood!"
"Yes, my master…"
Tenra issued every order with confidence, and the girls accepted without hesitation. They knew the truth: if Tenra won, they all won. If he fell, Loki and Fenrir would wipe them out—no matter how well the others fought.
It was all or nothing. But every girl trusted Tenra with her life.
Loki sneered. "Pathetic. All of you—tear them apart!"
His monsters surged forward. Sköll and Hati leapt skyward, jaws wide, howling as they dove for the defenders. Overhead, the five Midgardsormr twisted through the clouds, spitting lightning and fire, their eyes ablaze with malice.
"Everyone, move!" Rias's voice rang out, cold and commanding.
She and Sona led their teams into the fray, intercepting the wolves mid-air. Yubelluna and the others shot upward, blades and spells clashing with the serpents in a storm of light and darkness.
BOOM! BOOM BOOM!
Explosions shook the battlefield. Lightning and fireballs hammered the ground. Tenra strode forward, every step deliberate, with Rossweisse and Raynare flanking him.
"Ddraig, Albion—go help Rias and Sona."
Ddraig's voice rumbled. "Partner, you're not using our power?"
Tenra shook his head. "Not this time. I've got other Sacred Gears for Fenrir. Rias needs you more than I do."
Albion's tone was calm. "As you wish, partner. We'll support the princesses."
With his dragons dispatched, Tenra focused.
Spiritual energy surged. Six blood-red magatama spun in his eyes. Armor of purple mist enveloped him, swelling into a giant warrior that blotted out the sky.
At its waist hung a sword glowing with violet fire; behind floated a vast, ethereal mirror. These were the legendary Sacred Gears—Yata no Kagami, Ame-no-Murakumo, and Yasakani no Magatama.
With Yasakani no Magatama, Tenra could summon the avatar of Susanoo—the stronger the host, the mightier the projection. Combined with the mirror and sword, this trinity unleashed power rivaling a Longinus.
For most of the girls, this was their first glimpse of Tenra's true form. Some stared in awe, others with wild, almost worshipful excitement.
Within the crystalline core at the giant's brow, Tenra gave a silent command. The giant reached down, lifting Rossweisse and Raynare, setting them gently on each shoulder.
"Rossweisse, Raynare—I'll focus on Fenrir. You two keep Loki occupied."
The words boomed from the giant's mouth, shaking the air.
Fenrir was a monster on par with the Two Heavenly Dragons. Even Tenra couldn't afford a single mistake. As a giant, he was slower, a bigger target—Loki would exploit any opening. He needed backup.
Rossweisse snapped to attention, cheeks flushed. "Ah—yes!"
Her heart hammered wildly. She tried to steady herself, but being perched on Tenra's shoulder was… distracting.
Raynare, by contrast, was all predatory energy. She licked her lips, dark fire swirling around her body, condensing into a wicked, sensual suit of armor—the forbidden Balance Breaker of her Black Evil King.
With a rush of wind, three pairs of black wings unfurled behind her.
Tenra's training and her own relentless drive had transformed Raynare into a six-winged fallen angel—a force to be reckoned with.
Tenra nodded, but knew two wouldn't be enough to keep Loki busy. He snapped his fingers.
Water rippled, and Queen Undine materialized, Aqua's Divine Staff gleaming in her hands.
"Undine, join Rossweisse and Raynare. Support me."
"Yes, Master."
A crystalline portal opened, and Undine soared to the top of the giant's head, ready for battle.
Everything was in place.
A bloodthirsty smile curled Tenra's lips as he locked eyes with his enemies.
Loki. Fenrir. Tonight, they'd see just how far a giant—and his girls—could go.
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