SWWW Chapter 223: The Invincible Prince, For His Aunt
Xi Nian and Wonder Woman's fused form—Prince—had just tossed Thor onto the Rainbow Bridge like discarded trash.
A sharp hiss split the air behind her.
The sword's point was even faster than the sound, a cold gleam flashing past the gap beside the Godkiller Sword on her back, striking directly at her unarmored bare spine!
Prince did not move. Slowly, she turned her head, glancing at the blade lodged against her back.
It was no ordinary weapon. The longsword's hilt was forged from gold, its blade smooth and mirror-bright, reflecting the starlight of Asgard's sky…
And the one wielding it was broader, stronger, even more imposing than Thor, clad in golden horned armor.
Asgard's sentinel of the Rainbow Bridge—Heimdall.
For millennia, Heimdall alone had guarded the gateway between Asgard and the Nine Realms. His all-seeing eyes were only part of it—the true reason he was trusted as the sole gatekeeper was because he bore the divine strength to wield the Rainbow Sword, the key to activating the Bifrost itself.
He was Asgard's first line of defense, its last lock before the shield.
If even Heimdall failed to repel an invader, it meant Asgard faced an unparalleled crisis.
"A fine blade," Prince murmured softly.
Xi Nian, controlling the divine body, could feel the immense power coursing through that longsword, a force equal to—or even surpassing—Mjolnir itself. When Heimdall struck, the sword tore through space, landing before Prince could even react.
But it was useless against this form…
"What…?"
Heimdall's silver-white eyes widened as sweat slid down his dark face. His powerful arms strained against the hilt as he held the thrusting stance.
The Rainbow Sword had landed—but its point had gone no further than denting the unyielding curve of her back. Her snow-white skin wasn't even pierced.
It felt, to Heimdall, like stabbing a supreme divine artifact.
Worse, the power surging within the Rainbow Sword was instantly devoured by an even vaster, more terrifying force lurking inside Prince.
Thor's defeat was no shame.
This being was a monster.
For the first time in centuries, Heimdall felt fear. Such an existence—he had glimpsed only a few across the Nine Realms.
No hesitation.
Before Prince could counter, Heimdall ripped the sword upward with all his might. Not to injure her—he knew that was hopeless.
But to banish her.
Boom!
A column of rainbow light roared into existence, enveloping Prince and shooting toward the starry dome above Asgard.
"Exile—to Hel!"
Bloodshot eyes, trembling hands, Heimdall nearly dropped the golden hilt from the strain. Even for him, opening the Bifrost without the gate was nearly impossible.
But if this worked—it would be over.
…
The Underworld.
A desolate void of shadow and death. Golden chains stretched from the black wasteland, converging upon a single figure bound in their grasp.
A woman in black robes, skin pale as snow and body both full and dangerously alluring, lay sealed in eternal slumber.
Her eyes flickered open. Lifting her head slightly, she gazed at the rainbow light splitting the endless dark above.
"Oh, the Bifrost… is someone being sent to keep me company?"
Her voice was sultry, imperial, cold—like nothing in existence could surprise her.
But seconds passed.
The light remained. No one arrived.
…
Asgard, on the Rainbow Bridge.
"Why… why weren't you—"
Heimdall stood frozen, sword clutched tight, staring in horror.
Within the rainbow beam, black hair dancing in the divine glow, Prince stood tall and unmoved.
"You can teleport people and objects elsewhere, can't you?" Prince asked lightly, smiling. "But have you ever tried moving… an entire universe?"
"An entire… universe?" Heimdall faltered.
"Yes. The whole universe."
The Flerken species carried a dimensional space within their bodies—an internal cosmos.
Even though Xi Nian only carried a Flerken kitten's gift, he still possessed that pocket dimension. He could not yet wield its space-bending powers at will—but unless he allowed it, no force could tear him from where he stood.
To banish Prince, the power required would have to surpass an entire universe.
The rainbow column splintered into nothing.
"…I yield. I admit defeat."
Heimdall's deep voice shook with resignation. He lowered his horned head, withdrew the Rainbow Sword, and stepped back.
He had done all he could. Against such a foe, he was powerless.
"And you? Do you wish to try?"
Prince turned slowly, facing the ranks of Asgardian warriors stretching across the bridge.
One woman, with the Godkiller Sword on her back, stood alone against the pride of Asgard.
You call yourselves proud?
Supreme above all?
Masters of the Nine Realms?
Forcing Diana to bow her head?
Then come. Prove it.
The Lasso of Truth shimmered into the air behind her, spinning into a crescent moon.
Earlier, Xi Nian's ascended form burned like the sun—unstoppable, annihilating all in his path.
Now, fused as Prince, he stood untouchable, regal, and proud. In this cosmos, no god deserved her gaze from below.
Mjolnir shattered. Thor defeated. Heimdall conceded.
All of it—too fast to believe.
"…"
Some Asgardians still hadn't processed it. But as Prince advanced, they clenched their weapons tighter, jaws locked.
Even if they lost, even if they died—there was no reason to flee.
"For Asgard!"
One shouted. Then a thousand voices joined.
"For Asgard!!"
The roar shook the skies, splitting the clouds.
"Charge!"
Like a dam bursting, warriors ignited their divine flames and rushed toward Prince.
Prince only shook her head.
Her hand gripped the hilt of the Godkiller Sword.
Xi Nian had his own reason to never bow, never yield—
For his aunt!
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