Gorr was dead.
To be precise, Gorr from another universe was dead.
In this universe, on that nameless planet, a sudden wind began to rage.
Thunderclouds rolled across the sky.
This planet, on which not a single drop of rain had fallen for decades, suddenly experienced a miracle.
Rain poured onto the ground.
And it did not stop for twenty days and nights.
The water from the sky brought hope to a world that had been on the brink of death.
"Thank you, Great Herald of Light!"
"Thank you, Rapu!"
The primitive beings ran wildly in the rain, thanking by the wrong name.
They did not know that the god they believed in, Rapu, had long been absent.
What had saved them now was actually the god-slayer from another world, whose heart had burned with hatred.
Fortunately… no one cared.
"Thank you…"
Gorr of this universe fell to his knees.
He threw the Necrosword as if it were mere worthless iron.
Because compared to the weapon that kills gods, he had received the most precious thing, his daughter.
Lost and found again, that is the greatest gift in the world.
"Thank the other world."
Aron looked at him indifferently and said no more.
He already had what he wanted, the entire All-Black the Necrosword.
The purpose of his journey had been achieved.
"Let me follow you…"
Gorr knelt, holding his daughter close to him.
In reality, Gorr of this world was not weak.
With the Necrosword, he could, in the future, stand against two Thors.
Against Hela, who had reached the power of the Heavenly Father, although he would not win, he could endure several rounds.
That strength, within the framework of the MCU, was enormous.
But…
"No need." Aron refused him without hesitation.
"Fine. Live in peace with your daughter."
"I guess your peaceful days will not last long."
Aron was not joking.
Whether it was Gorr from a parallel universe or this Gorr, their hands were soaked in the blood of gods.
Countless gods awaited an opportunity for revenge.
But Aron did not care.
He had fulfilled his promise.
"Strange… how can someone still feel guilt after deceiving people?"
"It doesn't matter… the basics are still weak. I will return and find a few demons to hone and perfect my strength."
Aron shook his head, then disappeared from Gorr's planet.
...…
The story of Gorr, the God Slayer, was over.
Whether it was Gorr from this world or Gorr from the 616 universe, the ending was the same.
For now!
Aron's butterfly wings finally spread, extending his influence from this universe into parallel worlds.
In the 616 universe.
The distant future.
Thor, King in the Twilight Years, fought to blood and death.
But soon he noticed that the dark, black monsters before him were disappearing one by one.
As if they had never existed, as if someone had erased them from the page with an eraser.
King Thor remained frozen in place for several seconds.
And then he realized.
The enemies were gone.
Erased directly from the river of time.
"Gorr has been destroyed?"
"Did I kill him when I was younger?"
King Thor looked into the distance, confused.
His memories were breaking.
And then, his only remaining eye sparkled in shock.
In his dusty mind, there were no longer memories of the great battle against Gorr!
"No!"
"Someone from another universe destroyed Gorr!"
The myth of the King of Thunder collapsed before his eyes.
His body began to vanish, just like those dark monsters, dissipating little by little.
And not only his body, the ruined palace around him began to fade, turning into white emptiness, disappearing as if it had never existed.
The entire timeline of Gorr… all stories of his future—vanished.
The 616 universe.
In the present.
On the timeline of Gorr's death, countless cosmic gods sensed a change.
"A completely different parallel universe."
In Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One scratched his beard as light flashed in his old eyes.
This Ancient One was an old man, a teacher of mysticism, completely different from the Ancient One of Aron's universe, sharing nothing with him except for the name.
"The future has changed."
"The power of our universe has shifted to another…"
The Ancient One of the 616 universe sighed deeply.
He felt a force that was drawing energy from his world, irresistible, relentless.
As if invisible divine hands were holding two lakes, one large and one small.
And then the water from the large lake poured into the smaller one.
"It seems this will be an event unlike anything we have ever seen…"
...
In the universe where Aron resides.
Asgard.
Although it was surrounded by ruins after the great war, across the expanse, the carnival still echoed.
Fortunately, the destroyed halls had not touched the wine cellars.
Millennia-old mead, which Thor had boasted of countless times, remained intact, enough for glasses to be filled for a long time to come.
"Hahaha!"
"My friend, although your strength is greater than mine, you will never surpass me in drinking!"
Thor stood drunk at the edge of the Bifrost, laughing loudly.
But a gust of wind scattered his laughter; behind him, there was no one.
The celebration had long ended. Aron, Hela, and Ares had left Asgard hours ago.
On the Bifrost remained only Thor, alone.
Yet, this solitude would not last.
The Asgardians, withdrawn with Heimdall, had received news from Thor.
They were on their way back.
It did not take long for the palace to be filled again with life and voices.
But… too many faces were missing.
"Brother…"
The voice reached Thor's ears.
He did not need to turn to know who stood behind him.
"Father is gone, Loki."
"I know. That's why I'm here."
Loki approached, placing his hand on Thor's shoulder.
Thor looked at him in surprise, then turned his gaze to the distance.
At the edge of death, his soul briefly stepped into true Valhalla.
There he learned a terrible truth.
The King of the Gods - Odin, was imprisoned!
"Listen to me, brother," Loki whispered. "It doesn't matter who hurt the King of Gods. What awaits them is…"
"Hellish power."
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