Gubraithian Fire was a flame that would never go out, and after John's modifications, this spell had become the most powerful offensive magic in the entire Wizarding World.
The mighty golden flames burned eternally like the sun, while the blue-white ice refused to melt, crystalline and clear.
It was a collision of the greatest works of art, the ultimate cold against the ultimate heat.
Crystals and flames filled every corner of the building.
At its center, fire and ice confronted each other, wearing each other down.
The flames roasted the ice, while the ice tried to seal the flames away.
They tangled together, yet neither could overcome the other.
The two remained deadlocked.
The illusions surrounding Loki vanished. Seeing that John had disappeared, he smiled.
Suddenly, his body went rigid.
He looked up, his eyes widening, his face filled with disbelief and fear.
A white-haired, one-eyed old man was slowly approaching.
The sight of this man stirred a fear born deep within him.
"Father."
All-Father Odin.
Why? Why was he here?
"You came from Asgard?" Loki backed away repeatedly, shaking his head. "You see it, don't you? This is my kingdom!"
"Loki!" The shout cut off Loki's excuses.
Loki saw it. He saw the disappointment on his father's face.
The same disappointment he had seen that time on the Bifrost.
He murmured, "Father..."
"I am not your father!" Odin's face was furious. "You know that. Your father was Laufey, and you killed him!"
"No, he wasn't my father." Loki shook his head frantically. "He wasn't!"
"What are you trying to deny?" Odin advanced step by step. "Despicable son of a Frost Giant, heir to Jotunheim."
"You abandoned even your own country. How dare you speak of becoming a monarch!"
Odin stood before Loki. Like a child, Loki's eyes reddened as