A metallic arm, gleaming with the cold luster of Uru metal, thrust out from within the pillar of multicolored light — instantly putting Thor and the others on high alert.
That sight alone confirmed everything Senju Haruto had suspected.
"It's the Destroyer," Sif said tensely, her expression hardening. She stepped forward, placing herself between Thor and the creature, motioning for him to fall back.
As he was now — stripped of his godhood and strength — Thor wouldn't survive a single exchange against that monster.
The Warriors Three exchanged quick glances and immediately formed a defensive line, shielding everyone behind them.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, though they didn't understand what was happening, could easily tell this was no friendly visitor.
Moments later, the towering figure of the Destroyer emerged fully from the radiant column, its massive frame casting a shadow over them all. Standing nearly six meters tall, its design reminded Coulson of one thing — Stark's Iron Man suits, only far more terrifying.
As soon as the Destroyer arrived, the Bifröst sealed shut behind it, cutting off its path back to Asgard.
Its very presence radiated an overwhelming sense of power that pressed down on everyone at the site.
Thor swallowed hard, worry etched across his face — not for himself, but for his friends. Loki… he knew exactly what his brother was capable of.
"Haruto," Coulson said under his breath, retreating quickly to stand beside Senju Haruto. Right now, being near him felt like the safest option.
Still, curiosity gnawed at him. He couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is that thing?"
"Its name is the Destroyer," Thor explained grimly. "Forged from Uru metal in Asgard — indestructible by any known means. It can unleash beams of searing heat from its face, capable of melting through anything. My father, Odin, created it as the ultimate weapon to defend the Nine Realms."
Even Mjölnir paled in comparison.
And in his current state, Thor wasn't even sure he could face it with all his divine power restored.
Coulson frowned. "Your father could learn a thing or two from Stark. You don't just hand out a weapon like that to anyone. At least Stark's suits need his authorization to start up. This thing seems like it's running wild."
Thor didn't respond, but before he could, Haruto spoke calmly, his voice unhurried amidst the tension.
"It's not that simple."
Everyone turned toward him.
"The Destroyer is far stronger than Thor realizes," Haruto said evenly. "Odin forged it not merely to guard Asgard, but to stand against the Celestials themselves. It wasn't just powered by Asgardian might — gods from other pantheons, Greek, Egyptian, even angelic beings — they all contributed their divine energy to fuel it."
His words hung in the air like a cold wind.
For those who'd read the comics, it was no surprise — the Destroyer's true power had always been downplayed in the movies. Much like how the Infinity Stones' destruction should've unleashed apocalyptic shockwaves, not a mere gust of wind.
"Who are you, exactly?" Sif asked, narrowing her eyes at Haruto.
From the start, she had assumed Haruto was just some mortal friend Thor had made on Earth. But hearing him speak so fluently about Asgard's deepest secrets — she couldn't help but feel unsettled.
Thor winced slightly, realizing only now that he had never mentioned Haruto's true identity — that he was the Supreme Sorcerer.
But before he could speak, the ground shook violently.
BOOM!
The sound tore through the night as the Destroyer took its first step. The earth beneath its feet cracked apart, splintering under the immense pressure, sending a shockwave rippling outward.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents barely had time to react before they were thrown through the air like rag dolls.
If not for Sif and the Warriors Three quickly raising their shields to protect Thor and the others, they would've been caught in the blast as well.
Even so, their expressions darkened. That wasn't an attack — it was merely the shockwave of its movement.
Coulson, Jane Foster, and Erik Selvig were frozen in place, utterly stunned. Just hours ago, none of them even believed gods existed — now one of their weapons was tearing apart the earth before their eyes.
They couldn't even think of running.
Among them, only Senju Haruto stood still, calm as ever, quietly studying the Destroyer from head to toe.
He found himself genuinely intrigued — what kind of craftsmanship could create such a being? Perhaps, he thought idly, he could craft something similar for fun someday.
Meanwhile, under Loki's control, the Destroyer locked onto Thor and charged forward.
Loki feared that Thor might return to Asgard and challenge him for the throne — so in this moment, he made his choice.
Kill his brother.
Seeing the Destroyer charging straight for Thor, the Warriors Three raised their shields and braced themselves, putting everything they had into defending him.
BOOM!
The Destroyer's massive fist slammed down against their shields. The impact rang like thunder.
But the result… was grim.
Even in Asgard, not everyone could wield weapons forged from Uru metal — and not every weapon could withstand divine power. Aside from Odin's spear, Gungnir, nothing could hope to endure the Destroyer's might.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the shields, spreading faster than the eye could follow.
Within seconds, they shattered into fragments, falling to the ground as useless scrap.
No one could believe the sheer force of that single blow.
But they should have expected it — this was Odin's ultimate weapon.
Sif inhaled sharply, her heart pounding. The Destroyer had once been their most loyal guardian… and now, as an enemy, it was utterly terrifying.
Suddenly—
An arrow whistled through the night sky and struck the Destroyer's neck with perfect precision.
BOOM!
The explosive arrow detonated, sending fire and smoke billowing upward, forming a red-black mushroom cloud.
Yet when the flames cleared, the Destroyer stood unmoved — not even scorched.
Haruto turned toward the direction the arrow had come from.
There, standing atop a watchtower, was a lone man — muscular, steady, bow in one hand, reaching for another arrow with the other.
Clint Barton.
Hawkeye had arrived.