The light that had broken through the void lingered, reshaping the Astral Plane in Thor's point of view.
The shards of darkness dissolved into mist, and for the first time in years, he looked around him and took in the sights.
It was overwhelming.
Suddenly gaining his sense of sight back was as exhilarating as it was difficult to cope with the new and sudden sensory feedback.
His brain was no longer adjusted to the information feedback of sight, making Thor feel extremely disoriented as his sense of equilibrium was out of balance for a short while.
Eventually, he managed to regulate his regained organ, no longer suffering from the suddenness of it all.
The infinite expanse of silver and blue stretched beyond comprehension, glowing rivers of light carving through floating stone.
His hands that had previously been covered in blood were trembling in front of him.
They weren't trembling from fear, not at all.
