The man's enormous muscles bulged beneath his black bodysuit, while the head and golden hide of the Nemean lion hung over his body like a cloak.
In his hands was a gigantic club that looked crude when compared to regular weapons, much less the magnificently designed weapons wielded by other beings on his level.
But that crude club possessed within it enough concentrated divinity to crack the battle axes wielded by the Master of the Universe of Jotunheim.
The Giant King pulled back his axes and backed away, raising his axes to examine them, and upon spotting the cracks running through their blades, his expression darkened.
The one responsible for dealing that damage, Heracles, narrowed his eyes and spoke to the Aesir behind him.
"Thor. We're surrounded."
Almost as if his words were the signal, the space around them warped, spatial gates opening to grant passage to multiple Archdemons and Devils, each one armed to the teeth with their Authorities already active.
