51 Balder

The shining spheres that were infused with that deadly moonlight, exploded. The moonlight spread, taking down swaths of Aesir standing to close to it. Under the terrifying effects of time passing until they were only lifeless shriveled up corpses, the Aesir's numbers were greatly reduced.

My already ethereal body became completely invisible. I was now nothing but a shred of soul floating in the air.

Still, half the Aesir were wiped out, greatly lessening the pressure on the humans. In the radius of my last spell, there was only one survivor. The enemy commander! He emerged from the scattering moonlight unscathed.

Perfect immortality? An innate understanding of time? How did he not get affected by time?

"So we meet again lord Balder. Must you insist on continuing this senseless bloodshed? We humans do not wish to fight against the Aesir."

Sigmund had entered the battlefield and addressed the commander of the Aesir, Balder. He had raised Gramr in front of himself, assuming a stance that would allow him to attack at any given moment.

His attempt at stopping further fighting did not seem very sincere.

"Sigmund, I see you still like advocating peace with a sword in hand. You are such a hypocrite. Since you humans let the Jotuns go back then, us destroying you was inevitable."

"You Aesir tricked us humans into fighting someone much stronger than us. You couldn't have expected all of humanity to perish just so you could defeat the Jotuns? Is this what you wanted Balder."

"That was how the Allfather willed it. Yet you humans refused your destiny, now you will be exterminated for defying destiny!"

"We will see who will be exterminated. We outnumber you and your surprise attack failed, you won't be victorious."

With that, both had said their piece and charged at each other. Sigmund swung Gramr, creating the same spatial phenomenon as before.

Balder simply received the spatial cut and the following sword using only his fist. A punch against an incredibly sharp sword that could even cut space! Only a madman would do such a thing.

Balder's punch met Gramr and stopped the blade. He wasn't cut even by such a powerful weapon! Instead, he punched forward with his other hand, forcing Sigmund to evade and take a step back.

Sigmund swung around and hit balder's face with a horizontal slash, blasting him a few meters away. Balder stood up, climbing out of the pit he created, his face wasn't scratched in the slightest.

Sigmund followed up and arrived before Balder, letting Gramr descend with even more force. Balder sidestepped, causing Gramr to be buried deep into the ground. While Sigmund had to free his sword from the earth's clutches, Balder rained down a torrent of punches on him.

Despite the intensity of those punches, Sigmund didn't seem to be hurt by them. They soon entered a stalemate where neither could hurt the other.

Around them, the Aesir were slowly losing ground. They were severely outnumbered and had to fight both man and beast. Soon, Balder was the only Aesir left standing.

"All the others are dead? Looks like I will have to get serious and do this myself."

"Balder! If we fight seriously we will only bring more destruction!"

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"We are way past the point where we worry about destruction. Dazzling light of hope, spear from heaven!"

On Balder's command, light itself formed a spear and shot at Sigmund. While it flew, there was a whistling noise as it sliced the air.

"Fine, let's do this the hard way then! Firestorm, burn!"

Countless embers congregated around Sigmund. Spinning and twisting the ember whirlpool clashed with the light spear. In the end, the dazzling spear triumphed and cut through the firestorm. Only to be broken by a swing of Sigmund's sword.

More and more elemental power was flying around between them as they kept hurling spells at each other. Balder held the upper hand regarding the potency of his spells but Sigmund easily blocked then using Gramr's otherworldly sharpness.

The human army had retreated, the field around the two who were fighting now little more than a wasteland.

It would have probably ended in a battle of endurance but suddenly an arrow shot through the air. It barely grazed Balder's cheek, leaving a thin red line. Blood! Balder's blood!

Slowly Balder raised a trembling hand up to his bleeding cheek, eyes filled with confusion.