The massive dragon claw pinned Surtur's head down, while its ferocious maw bit hard into his shoulder, continuously drawing red-gold origin energy from Surtur's body.
In his dragon form, Aaron no longer stole Surtur's origin bit by bit as he had in Asgard. Instead, he devoured it with near-madness.
"Aah!"
Surtur let out a miserable scream. At nearly every moment, he could clearly feel the agony of vast amounts of "flesh" being torn away.
If this continued, he would likely die completely within minutes and become insignificant dust in the universe.
"No, spare me... great Níðhöggr!" Surtur begged humbly.
Aaron, who was absorbing the origin energy, suddenly froze and instinctively glanced at his black dragon body.
Come to think of it, come to think of it.
In Norse mythology, the only black dragon associated with Asgard and Ragnarok seemed to be the legendary Níðhöggr.
"You may have misunderstood something. I have absolutely nothing to do with Níðhöggr.
Besides, even if you beg me, I won't spare you."
"No!!!"
Surtur continued to wail, but his voice grew quieter and quieter.
As his origin drained away, he became weaker and weaker. His massive body visibly shriveled, rapidly turning into little more than skin and bones.
Omnipotent City.
"Brutal, utterly brutal." Zeus pointed at the black dragon in the projection with a trembling hand. "As expected of his descendant. His cruelty toward enemies runs in the blood!"
"I rather admire it." Hades smiled faintly. "Still, his strength is somewhat beyond expectations. If not for the limitation on his magic power, his combat strength would already be no weaker than a God King's."
"So what?" Poseidon snorted. "With the three of us holding the fort here, could the Greek pantheon possibly fear him?"
"Get this straight, my dear brother.
He may not be