It began with a soundless shockwave, an immense and unholy force that rippled across the solar system.
A distortion tore through the void as William, Thanatos, and Thor collided in a three-way impact so violent that light itself bent around their forms.
The initial strike hurled them apart in opposite directions, only for them to meet again in an instant, moving through space faster than photons could trace their paths.
When their fists connected, space folded in upon itself; when their elbows clashed, the solar wind reversed its course.
Thanatos' scythe-like edges sliced open the fabric of reality, William's clawed hands blazed with primal god-ki, and Thor's hammer fell with the weight of a collapsing star.
Each strike birthed a new cosmic event, each event unraveling the established order of the heavens, until they tore through the darkness as if they were the very fists of creation locked in war.
A single massive punch from William propelled Thanatos hurtling past Mercury, trailing a streak of black fire in his wake.
Thor intercepted William mid-flight, driving his shoulder into the Saiyan with such immense force that the curvature of space itself distorted for an entire kilometer.
In swift retaliation, William delivered a powerful backhand that sent Thor spinning headlong into the rushing solar wind.
Their next clash propelled all three combatants careening through the asteroid belt amid a cloud of pulverized rock, past the frozen plains of Europa, where millennia-old ice shattered into gleaming rings, and finally into the colossal, churning storms of Jupiter.
The gas giant engulfed them completely, like an ancient cosmic predator swallowing its prey.
The upper atmosphere churned violently, as though the planet itself was aware it bore witness to a conflict far beyond mortal comprehension.
Three warriors surged through Jupiter's golden-orange cloud tops, their movements carving immense funnels of spiraling vapor into the sky.
Native planetary lightning arced wildly across the darkness, illuminating the chaos.
Thor seized one jagged bolt in his palm, absorbed its power, and hurled it into William's chest, propelling the Saiyan through miles of dense gaseous layers.
In turn, Thanatos cleaved open a rift in reality with a single sweep of his scythe, launching a blade of pure death through the storm wall.
William evaded by the narrowest margin, countering with a tackle that drove Thanatos through three crushing layers of atmospheric pressure, their collision detonating concentric shockwaves that ripped the clouds apart.
In an instant, Thor reappeared above them, standing on nothing, his aura sparking with restrained tempests.
His voice, a deep rumble, shattered the sound barrier despite the vacuum. "While you two drowned in your fury…"
He raised Mjolnir high, and the universe itself seemed to fall silent.
William halted mid-attack, and Thanatos froze, his instincts screaming in alarm.
The hammer before them was no longer merely forged of uru, nor simply divine in nature, it had become a cosmic reactor.
Six Infinity Stones, three embedded with precision on each side, were set into the head of Mjolnir.
Their combined radiance flowed across its metallic surface like galaxies swirling within molten silver, while the runes etched into the weapon blazed with renewed vigor, each line now saturated with the essence of the Stones. Reality itself grew thin, space curved inward, and time quivered in its presence.
Even William's god-ki faltered before its overwhelming power.
The final stone, gleaming with an amethyst glow, the Power Stone, rested between Thor's fingers.
With deliberate care, he pressed it into its prepared niche.
A resonant click marked its placement, and the hammer released a deep, cosmic tone, like the primordial breath of a newborn universe.
In that instant, the storms of Jupiter ceased their eternal spirals, and the vibrant colors of the gas giant froze in place.
An eerie, unnatural stillness swept over the world.
Thor closed his eyes, as though addressing something far older than Asgard, older than Odin, older even than time itself, and bellowed with primal force, "ALL-FATHER! HEAR MY CALL!" The answer was instantaneous.
Above, the heavens split apart in a jagged rift of white fire as a colossal bolt of rainbow lightning, broader than mountain ranges, tore down from beyond the World Tree.
It was the ancestral storm, the primordial heart of the Bifröst, channeling raw might from countless realms at once.
Mjolnir drank in the storm's fury.
Thor's body seized violently, every muscle straining to its limit as the Infinity Stones ignited in unison, each bending the tempest through their distinct cosmic essence.
The lightning shattered into six streams: the amethyst surge of Power, capable of rending planets; the sapphire surge of Space, warping distance like molten glass; the citrine surge of Mind, vibrating with intent and psychic force; the emerald surge of Time, sparking in both past and future at once; the topaz surge of Soul, blazing with the emotional gravity of existence; and the ruby surge of Reality, rippling with waves that twisted matter and form.
These six currents wound around Thor like serpents of pure creation until he became a singular, blinding nexus of impossible energy.
Thanatos stiffened, and William's tail bristled. Both recognized it, the ascension of a god beyond gods.
Thor brought the hammer down, and the storm obeyed.
Thor's eyes blazed with the cold, pristine white of pure divinity, radiating an otherworldly power.
His voice erupted like the cataclysmic collapse of a dying star. "LET THE STORM DECIDE YOUR FATE!" With a mighty swing, he hurled Mjolnir forward, and the very fabric of the universe splintered.
A colossal surge of multicolored Infinity lightning exploded outward, shredding Jupiter's colossal cloud layers into radiant ribbons and piercing its mantle as effortlessly as smoke.
The devastating force struck William and Thanatos at once, a cataclysmic beam of sixfold cosmic power capable of erasing continents, reshaping matter, and tearing at the fragile boundary between life and death.
The blinding blast lit half the solar system, while space itself twisted, time faltered, and matter unraveled before knitting itself anew.
Jupiter quaked violently under the onslaught, and in the heart of the raging storm, William and Thanatos disappeared without a trace.
The multicolored inferno faded, but only for a heartbeat.
Because from within the collapsing layers of Jupiter's storm, two lights ignited.
Two auras exploded.
A tidal shock of raw, unrestrained power blasted outward in all directions, ripping the churning winds of the gas giant apart like paper.
Jupiter's eternal tempests, winds that raged faster than sound, were forced outward, peeled away by the sheer pressure radiating from the reborn combatants.
William erupted first.
His aura blazed in a catastrophic fusion of magenta Super Saiyan God flame and golden Super Saiyan 4 ferocity, ripping a perfect sphere out of the storm around him.
The void of calm it created vibrated with primal rage, his tail lashing behind him like a molten whip of god-ki.
A guttural, blood-born snarl tore from his throat.
Then came Thanatos.
His void aura didn't explode, it consumed.
It spread outward like a collapsing star, swallowing light, color, and even the violent winds themselves until a dome of absolute blackness surrounded him.
The pressure of his presence alone crushed the atmospheric layers beneath, forcing thousands of tons of gas to plummet deeper into Jupiter's depths.
For the first time since the battle began, William and Thanatos turned in perfect unison, their murderous instincts briefly aligned.
Not allies.
Not friends.
Just two apex predators answering the same call for vengeance.
Their voices rose in opposing, earth-shattering bellows.
William's red-gold ki surged into his palms, a blistering sphere of god-ignited destruction, swirling with primal Saiyan wrath.
Thanatos mirrored him, summoning a sphere of pitch-black death-energy so dense it bowed gravity around it, its surface crackling like a dying universe given hateful form.
Both orbs swelled.
Both screamed with catastrophic promise.
Both launched.
A red sun of divine fury and a black star of annihilation streaked through the air in twin spirals, converging on Thor with the force of two apocalyptic worlds colliding.
Thor did not flee, nor did he flinch.
He braced his stance atop nothing, storm-lightning still dancing across his skin, Infinity energies swirling like living galaxies around his body.
With a roar that split the clouds.
"FOR ASGARD!"
He met both attacks head-on.
Mjolnir swung first.
The god-forged hammer crashed into William's blazing red orb, the impact detonating a nova of crimson fire that rippled outward but failed to engulf Thor.
The Uru metal drank the energy, channeled it, redirected it, and William's attack bent away, deflected into the void like a comet knocked off its orbit.
Gungnir moved next.
The All-Father's spear, forged before the first frost of creation, melted, snapped into Thor's other hand in a blur of golden light. Runes blazed. Infinity colors flared across its length.
Thor thrust.
The spear pierced straight through Thanatos' black orb of death as though splitting smoke. The sphere ruptured in a silent, lightless implosion, vanishing into a crack in space like a dying shadow.
Thor did not pause.
The momentum of the thrust carried him forward.
He shot like a meteor through the dissipating darkness, charging directly at Thanatos, Gungnir aimed for the Mad Titan's heart.
William snarled.
Thanatos roared.
Thor's eyes burned white.
SQUELCH!
With a resounding, visceral sound, the golden spear Gungnir tore through Thanos's deathly form, its unerring trajectory driving it cleanly from chest to back. It burst forth in a brilliant gleam, the radiant metal untouched and untainted, defiantly shimmering despite the thick, black blood that clung in vain to its flawless surface.
The spear did nothing to halt his advance.
Thanatos' body jolted only once, a twitch born of annoyance rather than pain, before a deep, feral growl reverberated from his chest.
Black blood hissed like acid as it seeped over the spear's runes, vanishing into tendrils of smoke.
His colossal hand closed around the golden shaft of Gungnir, fingers tightening with relentless purpose.
A primal snarl rose from his throat as the ancient weapon trembled, runes crackling, cosmic energy surging in violent waves.
Thor's eyes widened, barely perceptible, just before Thanatos shoved the spear deeper through his own torso, dragging the God of Thunder toward as though reeling in prey on an unbreakable line. "YOU..." Thor began, but the word died on his lips.
With monstrous ease, Thanatos lifted him high overhead, Gungnir still spearing through his chest and jutting out his back.
Thor's muscles tensed, seeking leverage, yet the Mad Titan swung him with devastating precision and raw power, like a meteor-forged hammer of god flesh.
William burst forward, his aura tearing the sky into spirals of gold and magenta as he readied his strike.
But he was too late.
The first swing descended with the force and darkness of a raging storm.
Thor's body was flung violently through the air, dragged without control along the length of Gungnir's shaft, before colliding with William with the cataclysmic force of a collapsing nebula.
The impact tore through and obliterated an entire atmospheric layer of Jupiter in an instant.
William let out a scream, not of pain, but of enraged shock, as the overwhelming momentum hurled him backward at staggering speeds.
He crashed through colossal pillar-like formations of storm clouds, each hundreds of miles thick, rending open the gas giant's turbulent atmosphere in a perfectly linear path.
His aura blazed behind him, leaving a luminous scar across the sky.
For a fleeting moment, a narrow corridor of vacuum, still, silent, and impossibly calm, cut through Jupiter's eternal maelstrom, carved by the raw force of his god-ki cleaving the winds apart.
The planet's perpetual storm hesitated briefly, as though stunned.
Then, with a roar like the awakening of some titanic planetary beast, the winds surged back, consuming the void entirely.
The rift closed, the storm resumed its endless fury, and William disappeared into its crushing, swirling depths.
Thor, still pierced by Gungnir, finally braced his foot against the very air itself, halting Thanatos' swing.
He grimaced, arcs of lightning crackling violently across his skin in open defiance. "Unhand me, Titan," he snarled.
CRACKLE!
Multicolored lightning surged and danced across his form, converging into Gungnir.
The ensuing electrical discharge ripped through the air, unleashing a shock so intense that Thanatos screamed in agony as the limitless power of Infinity poured into his very core.
Thick, black ki began swirling around Thanatos, meeting the lightning in a volatile clash.
The opposing forces established a precarious equilibrium, with the dark ki and rainbow lightning neutralizing each other in a dazzling, chaotic display, creating the illusion of a wild rave beneath Jupiter's vast cloudbanks.
High above Jupiter's turbulent cloudscape, Thor and Thanatos engaged in a confrontation capable of toppling entire pantheons.
Rainbow lightning, forged from the combined might of six Infinity Stones, coiled like serpents around Thor's arms, branching into jagged, multicolored arcs that ripped through the storm.
Across from him, Thanatos released deathly ki into the atmosphere in ink-black ribbons, each pulse heavy with the emptiness of starless voids and the silence of forgotten graves.
The clash erupted with a deafening...
CRRAAAACK!
BOOM!
As opposing forces collided.
Rainbow lightning versus void-black ki, life against finality, creation contending with oblivion.
Each impact burst in a distinct hue: violet Power splitting the sky like fractured glass, green Time distorting reality until both combatants staggered through fragmented frames, blue Space twisting the battlefield and dragging clouds into impossible spirals, golden Mind slicing unseen blades through Thanatos' aura, red Reality warping his shadow into a skeletal aberration, and white-gold Soul pounding at his chest as though to dislodge the spirit binding him to existence.
Thanatos countered with unyielding death; every strike of lightning drew from him thick tendrils of black ki that coiled like smoke-born dragons, constricting the bolts, extinguishing their light, and hurling the Infinity storms backward in violent recoil.
The heavens themselves became a theater of chaotic brilliance, explosions of color, implosions of shadow, light, and darkness colliding in a relentless, cosmic tempest.
Deep within the crushing lower storms of Jupiter, where pressures were sufficient to liquefy metal, there lay a solitary pocket of unnatural tranquility.
It was a perfect vacuum, a flawless sphere, a chamber of stillness carved out amid the chaos.
At its very core drifted William.
His body remained motionless, muscles wound tightly like compressed thunder, while his burning red eyes bored upward, piercing through miles of roiling storm clouds and searing lightning.
He did not merely see Thor and Thanatos; he sensed them, two colossal forces rending the heavens asunder.
His tail flicked once. "…Enough." He drew in a breath and growled.
The storm quivered.
Red and gold god-ki erupted up his spine like molten magma, searing his throat with a heat so fierce it distorted the air.
His chest swelled, the deep rumble within shaking the serene vacuum from the inside out.
Within his jaws, an orb of red-gold annihilation began to form.
At first, it was a faint, ember-like glow, flickering weakly in the darkness.
Gradually, the radiance grew, brighter and brighter, until the dense Jovian clouds above were illuminated from within, lit by the rising power below.
Even before the beam was unleashed, its energy was already piercing through Jupiter's turbulent storm layers.
The lightning from earlier clashes appeared pale and feeble beside the miniature star blazing between William's fangs.
His aura surged, the vacuum trembled, and the immense clouds overhead were drawn back, pulled outward by the overwhelming pressure.
The light shifted from gold to molten gold, to the blinding white-gold of a stellar core, encased in a blood-red corona.
A deep, resonant sound rumbled from his chest, primitive, ancient, predatory, before erupting into a deafening GRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!
The roar shattered the fragile calm, and in its wake, the beam was unleashed.
A colossal eruption surged upward like a cosmic guillotine, a towering pillar of red and gold so brilliant it eclipsed the raging lightning storm above.
It incinerated the atmosphere, bored a direct passage through Jupiter's dense layers, and transformed hundreds of thousands of cubic miles of storm clouds into vapor.
In the midst of their fierce battle, Thor and Thanatos halted, both sensing an imminent and inescapable annihilation. It was already too late.
FOOOOOOOOM!!!
The overwhelming beam engulfed them entirely.
Rainbow lightning, void-black energy, and the forms of two divine beings dissolved within its blinding fury as it speared through Jupiter's atmosphere with the force of a weapon hurled by an enraged god.
Emerging from the gas giant, it continued as an immense shaft of unbroken, pure malice, cutting across the void in a relentless trajectory.
Distant planetoids in its path flared into flames like paper soaked in oil, bearing witness to its destructive proclamation across the solar system:
William lives.
William fights.
William does not yield.
In the wake of the beam's passage above Jupiter, silence reigned, broken only by the subtle, lingering tremors of its unimaginable power.
Doc Harris-style DBZ narrative outro: "The storms of Jupiter have quieted… but only for a moment. Two titans clashed in a battle that could have shattered worlds, and from the chaos rose a power so fierce it cut through the heavens themselves. William's roar… his god-ki… his unstoppable will… carved a path of red and gold through the storm, a warning to all who dare challenge him."
"Thanatos and Thor… forced to reckon with a force beyond even their comprehension… have been driven back, at least… for now. But the echoes of this fight will ripple across the solar system, awakening powers, stirring tempests, and setting the stage for even greater conflicts."
"The dust may settle, the skies may calm, but the saga is far from over. One thing is clear… William lives. William fights. And the next clash… will make even the stars tremble."
"Don't miss the next episode… the war of gods and mortals has only just begun!"