Buzz.
Suddenly, everyone near Mjolnir felt their ears ringing. They turned to the hammer and saw it begin to tremble violently. The solid rock beneath it started to crack and collapse.
Above the hammer, the previously clear sky filled with dark clouds and lightning.
Like a summer thunderstorm, streaks of lightning flashed in the sky, followed by the deafening rumble of thunder that echoed with the hammer's vibrations on the ground. The atmosphere became unsettling, as if a tiger were stalking toward them.
Thor stared at the scene, and deep down, he suddenly felt it—he could lift Mjolnir again. Mjolnir, the hammer of the Thunder God.
Following that instinct, Thor extended his right hand, gripped the handle of the hammer, and pulled.
Unlike before, this time he lifted it effortlessly. Thor raised his right hand and held Mjolnir high above his head.
BOOM!!!
A deafening crack of thunder rang out as a bolt of lightning, a meter wide, struck Thor directly. In an instant, the area around him lit up so brightly that Jane and the others couldn't even look—shielding their eyes, they turned away, overwhelmed by the blinding light.
The lightning surged continuously, and only Sif and Fandral—born in Asgard—could barely make out the silhouette within.
As the lightning flashed over and over, fragments of armor began to form in the air. Piece by piece, they attached themselves to Thor's body, eventually forming a suit of gleaming armor that wrapped around him.
"Thor!"
Jane cried out in anguish after the lightning faded. After all, no theory said anyone could survive such an intense lightning strike.
But then Thor showed her the truth: no human could survive it. But he wasn't human. He was Asgardian. He was Thor—the God of Thunder, the god of northern glory.
As the lightning dissipated, a figure remained where it had struck. He wasn't a charred corpse as Jane feared, but a radiant, transformed Thor.
"Oh my God…"
Jane was stunned, speechless as she looked at the divine form Thor had become.
Far away in Asgard, Loki, who had bound himself to the Destroyer, also saw the godly lightning strike. He instantly understood what had happened.
Though enraged, Loki could do nothing. His strongest weapon—the Destroyer—was being held off by that human called Clark. And now, with Thor regaining his power, Loki had no stronger cards to play.
Thankfully, he had already neutralized Heimdall. Even with his powers restored, Thor couldn't return to Asgard. And even if Loki could attack Thor now, there was no time—Laufey had arrived.
Compared to Thor, Laufey was Loki's bigger threat. In Loki's heart, Thor might still be "half his own," but Laufey was a complete enemy.
So Loki had no choice but to abandon the Destroyer, which was still fighting Clark, and head toward the Bifrost.
It was fortunate that he disconnected the link quickly—because at that very moment, Clark had finished charging up.
Once fully charged, Clark's right hand blazed like a miniature sun. The ground around him began to crack from the intense heat. In some places, the sand and soil had even turned glassy from the temperature.
Just one glance at the glowing hand could blind an ordinary person. As Clark finished gathering his energy, a smile appeared on his face. Now, he was ready to test how destructive this new ability really was.
Seeing Clark momentarily stationary, the Destroyer seized its chance. Its faceplate slid open, revealing its core. After charging for about one second, it fired a destructive energy beam at Clark.
But this time, Clark didn't dodge like before. Instead, he rushed forward and, before the beam could fire, punched the Destroyer square in the face with his blazing, sun-powered right fist.
Meanwhile, Thor, who had regained his power and taken to the skies with Mjolnir, was flying toward the battlefield.
"Clark! Wait for me—I'm coming to help!" Thor shouted as he flew closer.
BOOOOOM!!!
Just as Thor approached the scene, he saw Clark swing his glowing fist at the Destroyer's face.
An earth-shattering explosion followed.
The resulting shockwave was so powerful that it sent Thor flying backward through the air.
"What the hell?!"
Even back in Asgard, Loki was struck by the shockwave. He felt the devastating blow through his remaining connection to the Destroyer—and then nothing.
Just one punch. That was all.
Loki could no longer sense the Destroyer's presence. As if... the Destroyer itself had been destroyed.
"That's impossible!" he muttered, refusing to believe it.
From his perspective, the Destroyer might have been slow, but it had no weaknesses in offense or defense. He had hoped that after defeating Laufey, the Destroyer would outlast Clark.
But now?
"How is this possible?!"
As Loki reeled in disbelief, a deep, cold voice cut through the air behind him.
He turned around—to see Laufey and his frost giants walking across the Bifrost.
"Nothing at all," Loki replied to Laufey's question, forcing a faint smile as he pulled the Eternal Spear from the Bifrost's control panel.
"Welcome to Asgard."
Laufey didn't care what Loki had said moments ago. That wasn't important. What he truly desired was to personally remove Odin's head—a prize he considered the greatest trophy of his life.
"Follow me," Loki said, shutting down the Bifrost and leading Laufey and his warriors—with the Eternal Spear in hand—into Asgard, toward Odin's resting place.
As for the immortal palace guards, Loki had already dismissed them ahead of time, ensuring that Laufey could approach Odin without resistance—and kill him before his very eyes.
Loki wanted Odin to know that he wasn't inferior to Thor. That he could do what Thor could not. As for Laufey being his biological father? Loki had conveniently forgotten that long ago.
After all, Laufey had never shown him an ounce of warmth. And Loki knew that without Odin's mercy, he would've died as an infant in Jotunheim because of his small size.
"You two stay here," Laufey instructed his two elite warriors before leaving the Bifrost.
Though he knew Loki was his son, a frost giant would never fully trust someone else—not even his own blood. So he took precautions. Guarding the Bifrost and cutting off reinforcements was basic strategy.
Loki didn't object. After all, once Laufey was dead, what could his two lackeys possibly do?
"Damn it!"
Much like Loki earlier, Thor—after witnessing Clark's punch—also couldn't help but curse. You could say… Earth was rubbing off on him.
With a sigh, Mjolnir in hand, Thor approached the battlefield. He wanted to see what had become of both sides.
As he got closer, Thor was stunned by what he saw.
Centered on the point where Clark had struck the Destroyer, there was now a massive crater—dozens of meters deep and nearly a kilometer wide.
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