"Aaaaa——!!"
In the darkness that spread, Thor used his body to block the void.
Thus, he brought a glimmer of hope to those who sat around the campfire, trembling in fear.
"Come on! In the name of God!"
"Fight to the death!" Thor clenched his teeth.
His body was already mangled with flesh and blood.
The darkness gnawed at his tissue like worms eating through bone.
And that…
That was only a small consequence of the power of the gods.
"If only I could still hold Mjolnir…"
Just as Thor's consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, an icy voice rang in his ears.
"Tell me!"
"What kind of god are you?"
"God of the hammer?!"
Hela appeared, holding Mjolnir in her hand.
At the moment Thor faced death, she stood before him.
"If you lose the hammer, will you become useless?" Hela said with disdain.
She herself held Mjolnir.
Strictly speaking, she was the first wielder of that weapon.
But Hela had never felt she had lost her divinity without the hammer.
"Tell me!"
"What kind of god are you?!"
"Answer!"
Hela struck him in the chest with the hammer.
Thor, already on the brink of death, was completely destroyed by that blow.
When he opened his eyes again, a white world lay before him.
Two familiar friends stood in front of him, Volstagg and Hogun!
"I was… I arrived in Valhalla?" Thor looked solemn.
Before, perhaps he would have rejoiced.
For a warrior, entering Valhalla was the greatest honor.
But now…
"I still have one unfinished task!"
"There are still lives that must be saved!"
"I cannot just fall!"
...
Many thousands of years ago.
Inside the magnificent Hall of Weapons in Asgard.
Young Thor, gripping the handle of Mjolnir, tried to lift it with all his might.
They had fought a dragon, and Thor had used all his power.
But the hammer did not budge.
"Aaaa!!"
"In the name of Odin! What a stubborn hammer you are!"
Young Thor cursed angrily.
Then came the sound of light footsteps.
"What so angers Odin's son?"
Odin's wife, the queen of Asgard and Thor's mother Frigga, appeared with a gentle smile.
"Mother!"
"Today I defeated a dragon!"
"I saved a village in Midgard! I pulled a fishing boat out of a storm, I…"
Young Thor spoke in a rush of anger, his words incoherent.
Only when Frigga quietly calmed him did he pause.
"I… what exactly must I do to be worthy?"
Thor looked at Mjolnir, longing burning in his eyes.
"Thor, my child."
Frigga took his hands, her eyes full of maternal concern.
"Remember, in this world there is no hammer that can make you a better god."
Then she placed his palm on his chest.
"Only the heart beating within your chest can."
...
In the darkness.
The dead Thor suddenly opened his eyes.
Lightning began to appear from his fingers, and even his pupils were filled with electric light.
"I am the God of Thunder and Lightning!"
Thor answered his sister Hela's question with action.
In the darkness!
A blinding lightning bolt flashed!
"Moment!"
"Lightning and thunder!"
"It should be thunderous!!"
Thor roared, standing amidst the wild storm of divine power.
Thunder and lightning defiantly shattered the endless darkness above him.
"?"
"Does this child not know he can retreat, while evacuating the people to a safe distance?"
"Is he lacking in reason?"
Hela could not understand what her brother was trying to do.
It was clear he could certainly lead the people to evacuate. Why did he have to fight, and fight directly against the power of a Celestial?
"Forget it."
"In any case, this is not my concern."
Hela felt that her younger brother might not be the wisest. But she had no time to think about it. She grabbed Mjolnir and flew toward the asteroid belt in the distance.
She returned against the force of celestial power.
Not for her stubborn brother.
...
In the asteroid belt made up of shattered planetary remains, Aron's battle with Gorr reached its peak.
Purple rays of annihilation pierced through the darkness of space. Each swing split meteors and asteroids into pieces.
Huge purple tendrils clashed with the black blades shaped by the All-Black Necrosword. Two different forces collided in the depths of the cosmos.
The stars trembled! Space around them crumbled centimeter by centimeter.
"What the hell are you!?"
Gorr was covered in wounds, but what ate away at him was the realization that Aron still stood.
He had already been pierced countless times, the black death blades entering his body, supposed to devour him to the bone and destroy him.
By all logic, Aron should have been broken, corroded by the All-Black.
But he was still there. Still fighting!
"I…"
"Darling! Here!"
Aron wanted to respond, but then Hela's voice appeared.
At the same time, a bright light shot through the darkness.
Sensing the power of lightning and thunder in that light, Aron unhesitatingly reached out and caught it.
In an instant!
Lightning exploded in the vastness of space.
Aron now held Gram – the Sword of the God King – in one hand, and Mjolnir in the other.
His pupils were half illuminated by electric light, and half filled with the darkness of the All-Black Necrosword.
"You…"
"You're stealing my weapon!"
Gorr finally realized, discovering the darkness in Aron's eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The All-Black Sword, which Gorr had lost control of, had transferred to Aron.
Like a liquid symbiote, it slid down his arm and merged with Gram.
In an instant, the divine sword became a black blade, pulsing with deadly energy.
"This is not yours alone, Gorr."
"Your defeat is already sealed."
Aron raised the black blade.
The power of god-slaying flared within his body.
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