Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Syd was well aware that Surtur's crown, the source of his immortality, was nearly indestructible.

At best, the absence of the Eternal Flame would put Surtur into hibernation. Even with the power of his ability Sunshine, it was unlikely he could destroy the crown immediately.

Of course, given enough time, Syd was confident that the extraordinary nature of Sunshine, even at level four, could eventually erode it. However, time was a luxury he did not have in this moment.

He decided to act because, amid the frequent use of chaos magic, Syd suddenly felt a familiar sensation—the distinct feeling of reality bending under his will.

This wasn't new; he had experienced it once before.

The sensation of reality warping.

Realizing that this state was fleeting, Syd's eyes locked onto Surtur.

Under the fire giant's mocking gaze, Syd's focus sharpened as his divine energy surged, and then the impossible happened.

To everyone's astonishment, the massive crown atop Surtur's head began to shift and change.

Brilliant colors rippled across its surface, and then… bubbles began to appear.

Within moments, the crown transformed entirely into a myriad of multicolored bubbles floating into the sky.

Piece by piece, the crown disintegrated, leaving Surtur's head bare.

A cold wind blew, popping the bubbles one by one until not even a trace of the once-indestructible crown remained.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

What just happened?

Where was Surtur's crown?

The massive, indestructible crown—gone?

The crowd instinctively turned their eyes to Syd, who hovered calmly in the air.

Was it… him?

Shock and disbelief rippled through the onlookers.

Even Surtur, slow to process what had occurred, finally realized what had happened.

"What did you do?!" he roared. "Where is my crown?!"

"Those bubbles…? Impossible! How did you turn my crown into bubbles?!"

Surtur's voice was filled with disbelief as his mind spiraled.

The crown—his source of immortality—was said to be indestructible. Yet, it was now gone, reduced to nothing.

The fire giant was stunned, unable to fathom how this terrifying figure before him had accomplished such an unimaginable feat.

The other spectators were no less bewildered.

Odin stood frozen, Valkyrie was utterly lost, and Hela's mocking smirk had solidified into wide-eyed disbelief.

"What did you do?" Hela demanded, her voice trembling.

Thor, however, recognized what had occurred.

"It's your reality-warping ability, isn't it, brother?" Thor exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Hearing this, the crowd turned their confused and questioning gazes toward Thor.

"What is this reality-warping power?" a burly Asgardian warrior asked.

Thor glanced at Syd before explaining, "My brother's most remarkable ability isn't the light or chaos magic you've seen. It's his power to bend reality itself."

"If he wills it, he can…" Thor began recounting instances of Syd's reality-warping feats, leaving his audience utterly stunned.

Twisting and reshaping reality? Could such a power even exist?

Even with the evidence before them, many struggled to believe it.

Hela, perhaps the most shaken of them all, felt her mind rebel against the notion.

"This has to be a joke!"

Her thoughts were echoed by Surtur himself.

"Impossible!" he roared, his voice filled with rage.

"How could such a power exist?! I don't believe it! You're lying!"

"It's an illusion, isn't it?!" Surtur bellowed, desperate to rationalize what had happened.

Syd, calm as ever, replied, "Is it? That crown was a part of you. It's gone now. Do you feel nothing?"

Surtur froze.

Those words shattered his delusions. The self-deception and faint hope that clung to his mind dissolved, leaving him face-to-face with the grim reality.

"No!" he howled, his voice breaking with desperation.

"You can't do this! Give me back my crown!"

Surtur's cries grew frantic as he pleaded, "Please… I can't live without it…"

The once-proud destroyer of Asgard now groveling and broken was a sight none could believe.

The Asgardians and even Thor were taken aback.

Surtur, the fire giant who had stood as a symbol of doom for Asgard, was now utterly humbled.

Syd, however, remained impassive.

With a thought, red energy from chaos magic enveloped Surtur's bare head.

Realizing what was about to happen, Surtur screamed in terror.

"No! You can't do this!"

"NO!"

With a final, desperate cry, Surtur's magma-like head exploded in a fiery eruption.

Without his crown, there was no immortality to save him this time.

What remained was a blazing remnant of the Eternal Flame, burning brightly in the center of the battlefield.

Surtur was gone.

The fire giant, once thought to be unstoppable, had been utterly destroyed.

The crowd stood in stunned silence, their emotions swirling.

Surtur was truly dead.

"Ragnarok…" Odin muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

It was over.

The unyielding fate that had loomed over Asgard for so long had been shattered.

The oppressive shadow of Ragnarok, which Odin had carried in his heart for centuries, was gone.

For the first time, he felt a profound sense of relief.

Ragnarok had been a destiny he had believed unchangeable, a despairing inevitability.

But now, that unbreakable fate had been rewritten.

Ragnarok was no more.

Odin could scarcely believe it.

(End of Chapter)

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