When Zareth bid farewell to Amaterasu and Susanoo, she remained staring into the immense void of her domain, a boundless expanse where crystals and worlds stretched like stars across an eternal sky.
Zareth Kai: Sans… what do you wish to do now?
Sans: My lady, I wish to raise an empire. I am grateful for the gift of this kingdom.
Zareth Kai: And how will the order of knights be named?
Sans: They will be called The Seven Gleams.
Zareth Kai: A worthy name for powerful gods.
Suddenly, a vibration shook the domain. A portal began to tear open, ripping through the void with a roar of power. Sans looked on with doubt, while Zareth narrowed her eyes.
Zareth Kai: …That portal should not be here.
A burst of light emerged, and Susanoo was hurled backward, wounded. Zareth caught him in her arms before he could fall.
Susanoo: Zareth! Odin has lost his sanity. He and his gods seek the power of the Sun—they want to take it from Amaterasu. Baldur tried to force his way into her realm but was repelled. Odin, enraged, sent Thor as his executioner. I barely escaped…
Zareth Kai: I see… they intend to wield the Sun as a weapon against the realms.
Sans: My goddess?
Zareth Kai: Yes, Sans… this is your moment.
Sans crossed the portal with resolve. The landscape beyond was a wasteland, where lightning fell endlessly. There, Thor awaited with Mjölnir raised high, his gaze burning with wrath.
Thor: By Odin's command, all who stand in our way shall fall! Asgardians do not forgive!
The divine strike descended in a storm of fury, but Sans raised the Drakon Sword and stopped the blow, unleashing a shockwave that made the ground quake. The clash of energies lit up the battlefield, opening fissures across the scorched earth.
Thor (surprised): Who are you, mortal? How can you resist the power of the gods' hammer?
Sans: Withdraw. In my world, you were nothing but a tale… but now I know you exist. I have seen the goddess Amaterasu, and now your hammer. I need no further proof.
Thor roared and charged with the strength of a storm, spinning the hammer in circles that summoned hurricanes of lightning. Sans answered with the Drakon, each slash splitting the tempests with waves of energy. Their first direct collision sent distant mountains crumbling under the pressure.
Thor: Asgardians do not forgive!
He hurled the hammer like a living thunderbolt. Sans intercepted with an upward slash, and raising the blade high, he roared:
Sans: Amaterasu!
Sacred white fire enveloped the sword, forming a wall of flames that stopped the impact and hurled the energy back in a colossal explosion. Mjölnir returned to Thor's hand, though it left him staggering.
Sans: That weapon… is not invincible.
Thor snarled, striking the ground with Mjölnir. A wave of electricity surged across the field, shredding the air. Sans pressed forward, wrapped in white fire, and the two clashed in an eruption of light that shattered the storm itself.
The battle between the fury of a god and the will of the chosen had only just begun.
The Drakon, engulfed in Amaterasu's flames, clashed with Thor's hammer, each impact unleashing shockwaves that disintegrated the ground around them. Thor, with a fierce grin, stepped back and raised Mjölnir to the skies.
Thor: Einherjar, to battle!
The heavens split apart, and hundreds of ethereal warriors descended, wielding lightning-forged spears and swords, their war cries shaking the air.
Sans gritted his teeth, his blade blazing with a fire that burned into his very skin.
Sans: Then let everything burn with you! Amaterasu!
He pointed the sword at the army, and white flames surged outward like a roaring ocean. The Einherjar screamed as their forms were consumed—not by normal fire, but by one that devoured even their essence. Each fallen warrior burst into ashes on the wind, forever denied their return to Valhalla.
Thor's rage erupted.
Thor: Cursed mortal! You dare rob my warriors of their eternal glory?!
Fueled by stormlight, he charged at Sans. Each swing of the hammer was like a meteor, tearing the earth apart with mountains of lightning and stone. Sans, trembling under the pressure, countered with the Drakon. Each slash unleashed surges of white fire that clashed with the thunderbolts. In one desperate strike, he lunged forward, thrusting the sword at the god's chest.
The impact burst in a blinding flash. Thor staggered back, a searing mark glowing on his armor.
Thor (snarling): …That sword… is not of this world.
Sans (panting, his hand scorched): And neither is this fire.
Thor raised the hammer with both hands, the sky itself darkening. The roar of a cosmic thunder echoed, and a lightning bolt the size of a mountain crashed down toward Sans.
Sans lifted the Drakon and with a desperate cry:
Sans: AMATERASU!
White flames engulfed the sword and rose skyward, splitting the thunderbolt in two. The explosion tore open dimensional rifts across the battlefield.
Both warriors stood breathless, engulfed in light and destruction—Thor with Mjölnir blazing with storms, Sans with the Drakon burning in infinite fire.
The battlefield was no longer land but a fractured void born from the collision of divine powers.
From her domain, Zareth whispered softly:
Zareth Kai: Azrael… Hanzo…
With a snap of her fingers, both were pulled from their realms and appeared instantly before her.
Azrael, recognizing the overwhelming presence of Zareth Kai, rushed her in fury.
Azrael: Who the hell are you?!
But Zareth caught his head in one hand and slammed him into the ground, a quake spreading from the impact.
Azrael (gasping): D-damn it… such strength!
Hanzo wasted no time. Raising the Aethernos Spear, it shone like a miniature sun.
Hanzo: Aethernos Spear! Form Eight!
A devastating beam of light crashed down on Zareth Kai, divine and merciless. Yet the goddess resisted, her body blazing with dark and luminous energy at once.
Zareth Kai (shouting, her voice shaking the whole domain): YAAAAAAH!
The blast echoed across the crystals and skies. With a wave of her hand, she deflected the attack and pointed toward the portal where Sans fought Thor.
Zareth Kai: Enough! Go and fight alongside that human! I am Zareth Kai! Explanations will come later… but now, fight!
Azrael (with a twisted grin): A battle? I love the idea!
Hanzo: Azrael, wait!
But Azrael had already leapt headlong into the portal, laughing in excitement. Hanzo growled, spun the spear in his hand, and followed at once.
The portal swallowed them, and in an instant, the fury of two Crescent Suns joined the storm where Sans and Thor clashed.