The cavern trembled as the giant's voice boomed, resonating through the jagged rock walls and echoing for miles. His words were like a clap of thunder, shaking the very ground beneath them, as if the mountain itself had spoken. "In this world," the giant declared, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light, "I am God."
His voice spread across through the cave's narrow passageways ignoring the Sea water he claimed dominion over.The giant's voice reverberated with such power that it seemed to push against the waves, silencing their roar as if trying to claim dominion of the Sea causing the once calm sea to start raging.
Ivar stood before the towering figure, his presence as commanding as the storm itself though he appeared tiny in comparison to Ugard. His broad shoulders, thick with the sinew of countless battles, and the lean muscles of a warrior honed by years of hard conflict, filled the space between them. His left eye, a deep sea blue, gleamed cold and unyielding, while his right, a stormy blue-gray, flickered with an inner tempest—a reflection of the violent soul within. Dark black hair billowed even with the absence of wind. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches, his frame was a testament to his relentless pursuit of strength, as much a weapon as the axes he wielded.
The axes, Nidhoggr's Bite, were a legend unto themselves—forged from the Fangs of the the chaos beast Nidhoggr in Sultur flame and cooled in the blood of the world serpent. The weapons thrummed in his hands, their power resonating with an ancient hum, waiting for their moment to taste blood once more.
His eyes, fierce as the northern seas, met the giant's glowing gaze without flinching. The air around them crackled with an almost electric tension, as though the Sea itself were holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.
With the slow, deliberate step of a predator, Ivar moved forward, his voice slicing through the cavern's oppressive silence like a blade through fog. "Then I'm the Devil," he snarled, his words dripping with venomous defiance. "The Sea Devil." The name, uttered in the depths of this forgotten place, stirred ancient echoes in the Sea, as the very Sea recognized the truth of it. A being born from the Sea but chosen by storm, a destroyer, a harbinger of chaos, a force both feared and revered.
The giant's eyes narrowed, his mouth curling into a sneer as deep as the ocean's abyss. "You are nothing," he spat, his voice like the grinding of rocks. "You are but a mortal, struggling to defy the divine. And no mortal, even a half-bred, can stand the wrath of a god."
Ivar's laughter came, sharp and cruel, like the cracking of ice over a deep, frozen sea. "Perhaps," he said, his voice steady, but his words edged with something darker, something primal. "But mortals have their own power. Even a mortal can shape the world around him." His eyes flicked to the giant's massive, calloused hands—each one the size of a boulder, each fingertip capable of crushing mountains. "And I will carve my mark into the very flesh of this world," he declared, his grip tightening around the handle of Nidhoggr's Bite. "Just as I've done with every foe who thought themselves above me."
For a moment, the cavern was still, a pregnant silence that seemed to stretch on forever.
"Come" Ivar said twirling his axes and the sea itself seemed to shudder with recognition, as though something ancient was stirring in her depth. The distant roar of waves grew louder, answering the call, the depths themselves succumbing to the Sea Devil call.
It was here, in the heart of this desolate place, where the final confrontation would unfold. A place forgotten by time, where the lines between myth and reality blurred. The sea's fury had always been Ivar's ally, and the storms that swirled within him were of a different kind, a wild, untamed thing born only when the Sea meet the Sky. His storm was one the world have never seen for only when the Sea reached it extreme and touched the Sky could they be birth.
The giant's massive form loomed, but the Sea seemed to thrum with an energy far greater than his. The ground trembled, the earth of the Sea Trenches groaning beneath them. A wave of raw power surged through Ivar, and his eyes darkened, the storm within him swelling as though the Sea itself had claimed him as its child.
And in that moment, beneath the echo of the giant's mockery, in the shadow of this titanic figure, Ivar's heart roared—wild, untamable, a force that would not be ignored.
"For across the realms, if no mortal can stand against a god, then I shall become a devil. For I am Ivar Stormbani, The Sea Devil.