Loki rolled his eyes at Dante with the usual arrogant flair.
He got the point, sure... but still—
Magic was work. Close combat with his beloved little dagger? That was life.
Dante couldn't hear Loki's internal grumbling, and even if he could, he wouldn't care.
Let the guy eat a few more losses and he'd eventually realize how dumb it was for a mage to run around like a rogue with twin daggers.
He led the group to the area already marked off by the scientific expedition task force.
The original photo of Captain America had been taken when one of the researchers accidentally fell into a crevice in the ice. The poor guy thought he was going to die buried and forgotten, only to discover the winding ice crack led straight to the place where Captain America had been frozen.
After they pulled him out, the research team contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and that's how America got the memo.
Dante's job now? Dig straight down along the same path.
"By the way, Coulson, you haven't seen my powers in action yet, have you?"
"That's right. Everything about you in the Bureau's files is locked behind Level 10 clearance. All I know is what Director Fury mentioned—something about green light?"
"Level 10 clearance?" Dante smirked. "Man, Fury really went full paranoia mode. What's he afraid of, someone coming after me with a hit squad?"
"Well, the FBI is still just the FBI. It doesn't control how the government thinks. The American government and the Bureau have always been at odds. They cut our budget every year. Politicians... their minds aren't wired like normal people," Coulson said with a helpless look."
"Ah... politicians. Got it. Tsk tsk tsk."
Dante chuckled, acting like he didn't care.
Still, after hearing Coulson's comments, Dante revised his plan for Grant Ward.
He'd originally planned to drive him off or take him out.
But now… he thought of a better way to deal with two pieces of trash at once.
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When they reached the crevice, Dante had to admit—he'd underestimated the scale of Mother Nature.
This wasn't a crevice.
This was practically a canyon!
"Coulson, be honest. How blind do you have to be to fall into a 'crevice' this massive? Were they using their eyes to breathe instead of see?"
"You're really misunderstanding them," Coulson replied with his usual polite smile.
But the way he kept fidgeting made it clear—he was getting pretty excited.
"Originally, it was just a narrow ice crack. Just enough for a person to fall through and vanish into the Arctic icefield."
"But that slip happened a week ago. Then two days ago—before the expedition team even arrived—there were two minor earthquakes in the North Pole. Not big ones, but they shifted the ice layers and cracked the shell wide open."
Dante's eyes narrowed.
No earthquakes before, none after. But right in those two days?
Still, he didn't overthink it and immediately began to transform.
He made the oath, and the Green Lantern ring lit up.
Then, using the imagination granted to all Transmigrators by divine plot armor, Dante materialized an ice shuttle designed for gliding cleanly through glacier layers—thanks to the Will Green Light.
By the time Ada and Harley showed up—orders relayed, mission ready—Dante had already enveloped the group in the green glow and even conjured up custom seats and seatbelts for everyone.
Those who had already seen Green Lantern powers weren't surprised.
But Coulson and Hela?
Totally blown away.
Coulson was just plain amazed. His reaction was the wholesome, wide-eyed "magic is real" kind.
Hela, though… she saw deeper.
The shaping and stabilization of energy like this? It was unheard of in Asgardian power systems.
And this energy was ridiculously stable. Zero leakage, no volatility. It was pure order.
It might not be at Heavenly Father tier yet... but it was clearly heading there.
"What exactly is this power?"
"You mean this?" Dante wiggled the hand with the glowing ring. "This baby's called a Green Lantern Ring. It comes from the Will Green Light, part of the Emotional Spectrum. Runs on pure willpower. The stronger the will, the stronger the ring."
"Green Lantern Ring? Emotional Spectrum? Willpower?" Hela nodded slowly. "I've never encountered this type of power before. But I can sense its stability and potential. Of all the emotional forces, this one must be the most… orderly."
Dante gave her a longer look.
"Yeah. The Will Green Light sits dead center on the Emotional Spectrum. It's also called the Light of Order."
Truly worthy of being a peak Heavenly Father-tier being—even with her current power sealed down to a fifth, her perception was on another level.
But something about it bugged him.
Over the past few days, Hela had touched the ring several times.
When Doctor Doom touched it, the Green Lantern Ring had chosen him instantly.
And Hela? She's not just some big-name goddess sealed for a few thousand years—she'd been joking, sparring, and lowkey flirting with him since day one.
How could she not have willpower strong enough to sync with the ring?
Unless…
She was attuned to another color on the Emotional Spectrum, and the ring rejected her based on that.
Thinking about her life, the Red Lantern's rage or the Yellow Lantern's fear seemed way more aligned.
Dante stopped thinking about it.
Too many Green Lanterns weren't always a good thing anyway—what if it triggered some kind of team-wide DEBUFF?
"Alright folks, buckle up! Old Dante's taking us for a ride!"
With a holler, Dante activated the glacial shuttle and dove straight into the ice layer.
Sure, the crevice had widened a lot, but the basic structure hadn't changed. Dante ran the route through his head—winding, twisty, time-wasting—and decided:
Nah.
He charged straight through.
Come on, he was already using Green Lantern powers. Why play nice with the terrain?
That would be way too normal.
The ancient permafrost, locked tight for who knows how long, shattered like candy glass under the Will Green Light.
In just over a minute, Dante broke through into a massive natural ice cave and landed gently.
The moment they touched down, the glacial shuttle dematerialized and turned into several glowing green lanterns that hovered in place, lighting up the whole cavern.
And there—right there in the distance—encased in a layer of ice:
A man in a blue and white striped uniform, holding a five-point star shield.
The temperature here was even colder than outside. Ada, Harley, and Coulson all instinctively shivered, even under thick Arctic gear.
But none of that could chill Coulson's excitement.
(To be continued.)