Broder took a deep breath.
He had clearly come out worse in this exchange again. The opponent before him, Kira, had already stirred up stormy waves in his heart. Kira had fought two members of Team Ragnarok in succession and suppressed two Polar Gods to this extent. Broder had never imagined that anyone in the world could be this strong.
Of course, it also had something to do with Meklord Emperor Wisel ∞ being a hard counter to their Polar Gods.
The thought gave Broder an even bigger headache.
How could something as unscientific as a Meklord Emperor even exist in this world? Such an infuriating card, in the hands of such an infuriating duelist.
Broder shook his head and forced himself to focus on the duel. No matter what, Dragan had already been defeated. Team Ragnarok had come to WRGP as reigning champions, and all three of them had believed the title was already in the bag. Yet they had encountered such a powerful opponent in the preliminaries. If two of them were taken down one after another by a single opponent, they would become a joke.
"At the end of turn, Polar God Emperor Loki's effect activates!" Broder said. "If Loki is in the Graveyard at the end of turn, it can be Special Summoned from the Graveyard to the Field.
O undead god who mocks death, return once more—Polar God Emperor Loki!"
A sharp crack like shattering glass suddenly rang out overhead. The once-clear sky split open without warning, a winding fissure stretching across it with rainbow auroras flowing along its edges. Two enormous hands suddenly reached out from within, their knuckled fingers gripping both sides of the rift and forcibly tearing the spatial crack into a massive cross-shaped opening. Thick dark-green mist poured from the gap,