Sharky took another step forward.
"You will not take them. Your control ends here."
With a motion of his hand, a radiant wave of shimmering light surged outward, colliding with Skarn's crimson energy. And it started destroying the crimson tendrils.
The Asgardians ensnared by Skarn's power gasped as the red glow dissipated, their minds freed.
Skarn staggered back, his form flickering as the Aether within him recoiled from Sharky's counterattack. His crimson glow dimmed slightly.
"This isn't over! I am the God of Conquest!"
Sharky's eyes narrowed, his power still surging around him.
"No, Skarn. You are nothing but a shadow, and your time has come."
The Asgardians, now free, sighed with relief.
But in the shadows, Phobos, watching this, whispered to himself, "What is this guy, he easily dissolves Skarn every attack."
Sharky with a calm attitude looked towards the Skarn. "You've used all your chances, Skarn. Now, your child's play is over."
