John returned to where he had fought Loki.
It was a bank, but he had no interest in the scattered cash.
Eternity Freeze had turned the place into a dreamlike crystal palace.
Golden flames lay scattered everywhere, melting the floor.
John stood in the center and opened his right hand.
The golden flames gathered toward him, condensing into a golden dragon scale in his palm before disappearing beneath his skin.
Without the flames' warmth, the surroundings instantly grew cold.
John found the Casket of Ancient Winters beside a Battle Angel statue.
Out of control, the Casket of Ancient Winters had frozen into the entire palace, endlessly radiating cold.
The moment John approached, a layer of frost formed on his hair.
He raised his right hand, and silver covered his entire arm.
He plunged it into the ice. The crystal embedded in his glove shone purple, shattering the iron-hard ice, and John seized the Casket of Ancient Winters and pulled it free.
The azure box flashed in his hands, pulsing like some sort of signal.
His magic power counteracted the escaping cold as John frowned.
"This seems a little bigger than the one I saw."
He felt around its surface. This Casket of Ancient Winters seemed to be an outer casing.
He just had no idea where the mechanism to open it was.
He gripped both ends, feeling a strange mixture of repulsion and attraction.
As he channeled magic power into it, a bone-chilling torrent blasted from the front of the Casket of Ancient Winters.
A path of ice formed wherever it passed.
John stopped channeling magic power and looked at the ice freezing his fingers stiff.
He smashed it off with force.
Ultimately, he lacked the constitution of the Frost Giants. Using this thing exposed even John to a backlash