BOOM!
In an instant, flames shot skyward and melted the derelict spaceship wreckage across dozens of meters ahead.
The terrifying heat distorted the air.
Molten red metal pooled together, creating a staggering sight like a lake of lava.
"D-did I do that?"
Loki stared at his hands, dumbfounded. He could hardly believe it.
Not long ago, when he had fought Hela, his magic had barely slowed her down. Its power had been nowhere near this level.
Little Annie smiled and nodded approvingly. "That's right!
This is the true power of magic you've been overlooking all along.
The Asgardians are always boasting about how impressive their rune magic is.
But most of the time, their use of magic stops at enchanting weapons, armor, and other equipment.
They've never understood that magic's very nature is its limitless potential.
And they misled you into thinking magic was just a way to play clever tricks—using illusions to toy with people. You never seriously considered using it to change everything and take control of your own fate.
Otherwise, why do you always end up charging into melee with a shortsword or dagger like an Asgardian when it matters most?
Come on!
You're a spellcaster!
Even if you want to fight up close, you could at least cast some strengthening spells or Transfiguration Magic on yourself, right?"
The girl spared Loki's feelings not at all, bluntly pointing out how absurd his old fighting style and way of thinking had been.
Even fighting with illusion magic alone could have been tremendously effective. He could have created an illusory Thor, for instance, while the real Thor turned invisible and attacked the target.
Instead, Loki had chosen the stupidest approach, the one least likely to succeed: going in himself.
The results spoke for themselves.
Count the times he had