Jason Fuller & The Elementals: The Convergence Crisis
In honor of the Once and Forever King of Wakanda. Rest In Power Chadwick Boseman.
Prologue:
12:14 A.M. PST, May 31st, 2016, Svartalfheim
The vast field of black/red grass, easily 50 miles in length, was completely covered by hundreds of thousands of Dark Elves, armed and ready for battle. Hundreds upon hundreds of Svartalf warships and fighters passively floated above them. Overlooking the great display of Svartalfheim's might, Malekith, King of the Dark Elves, surveyed the view with pride, anticipation, and a slight tinge of disappointment. In the almost year and a half since the fall of Doom, the integrity of the realms were starting to unravel, and the Dark Elves grew strong. The Aether, the very subsistence that lies in the blackness between the stars and planets, had gradually opened itself back to his kind. In the days when mortals thought their world flat, this power was a thorn in the side of Odin. When the Aesir and Svartalfs went to war, the latter could construct fortresses, weapons, and sustenance at a mere whim. Sieges of Asgard could last for decades…...until Odin and his accursed son, Thor, would eventually overcome the Aether strongholds, and slaughter scores of Dark Elves beyond their means to continue their assault. Malekith was over 500,000 years old. He remembered coming along as a boy on one of many of those sieges with his father, King Malkyrin. He recalled the thousands of battles he observed on the fortress battlements. He remembered the day his twelve older brothers fell at the blades of Odin's honor guard. He remembered earning his name, The Accursed, when he went into battle against the Aesir at the age of fourteen, and in a battle that lasted for a fortnight, hunted down, and slew the Asgardians that killed his brothers. He closed his eyes as he remembered the sorrow of the day his father also met his end. A day that was followed by the Asgardians seizing the opportunity to attack a younger, less experienced king, and lay waste to Svartalfheim. Malekith remembered the excruciating numbness, as if he was suddenly blind, deaf, and dumb, when Odin himself stripped the Dark Elves of the Aether. For countless millennia, the Dark Elf king dreamed of the day he'd exact his revenge on the Aesir. He tried in vain several times to destroy the gods, but lacked the strength to do so. But now, with the Aether returning, the power to create anything with hardened darkness, Malekith could not help but laugh at the fact that his army was not on course to attack Asgard. Not this day. The Dark Elf curbed his foul mood by using the Aether, a fluid, black/red substance, to build miniature figures of Odin, Thor, Balder, Sif, The Valkyries, The Warriors Three, and countless other Aesir meeting their demise, as their precious golden city burned to ash. How Malekith lamented that he would not be there to participate.
"Father," a merry voice called to the king.
Malekith turned around to see his son, Malekron, kneeling before him. The young man, only 1,545 years of age, was dressed in his usual attire. Armor, similar to that of a Greek, half red, half black, with a black/white sun emblem on the chestplate. Malekron's long white hair was now in five long braids, each bristling with black shrapnel, sharp enough to cut anything of flesh in half with one whip. The dark elf had enchanted his hair to become animated, as the braids snaked side to side, seemingly as if they had a mind of their own. Malekith looked upon his son with subdued pride. Despite his frustration, Malekith took solace in the fact that he at the very least could lay waste to the mortals the thunder god had adopted.
"The council awaits," Malekron said.
Malekith stepped forward, and gripped his son on the shoulder.
"Attend to the vanguard, and await my orders" Malekith said, as he walked into his throne room.
The council, apparitions this time, consisted of Ulik, The Enchantress, the Executioner, Surtur, Loki, and his father, Laufey, king of Jotunheim.
"Allies," Loki started. "The time is finally at hand. The Convergence draws near. The power and retribution I have promised you is ours for the taking. Are we all in agreement with our roles to play?"
"The Jotun stand at the ready!" Laufey beat his club and shield together. "Ymir's rage flows through our veins, and with it, the power of a hundred winters! We will freeze the halls of Heimdall, coat the Bifrost with ice, and freeze the river of Asgard! The Aesir will blow their horns! The Valkyrior, and Einherjar will race to their doom, as my armies will lay waste to them, and stain the ice with their blood!"
"Heh," Surtur chuckled.
The fire giant, while still in the guise of a mortal man, was visibly coming into his power, as his chocolate skin was cracking with volcanic fissures.
"A worthy undertaking," his voice resonated like a nightmare. "The armies of Muspelheim and the trolls of Vanaheim shall attack Asgard's rear gates. We will smash through there puny defenses, and burn a path to the very throne from which Odin sits! How I look forward to seeing the old fool despair, when he meets his twilight at my blade!"
"The Svartalfs stand with you," Malekith curtly approved. "You will have a fourth of my army. Masters stealth and air. Under Kurse's command, I assure you death and misery will rain down upon our enemies without end."
"Careful, Malekith," Loki said. "My brother may have something to say about that. Regardless, it is your task that is of the most importance."
"On Midgard? You insult me, trickster."
"And you clearly misunderstand the gravity of the situation."
Loki conjured up images of The Elementals, though Malekith barely recognized one. Jason Fuller, the Storm-Lord. Malekith recalled Loki torturing the boys' spirit, over a year ago, in front of the council, as he boasted about the infallibility of his schemes. Loki proclaimed then that the boy and his companions were not a threat. Evidently, the trickster had changed his mind.
"They are children," Malekith responded. "You said so yourself, they are no threat to us."
"Currently, no," Loki said. "However, one doesn't simply shatter the stability of the realms, and escape the All-Father's notice. Even now the claws of Asgard hover above them. If there is even a small possibility that they could be recruited by Odin, it is unacceptable. A shame to discard useful pawns, but better than the alternative. You must eliminate them, Malekith. What you do to the Midgardians beyond them does not concern me."
Loki conjured a map of California, and highlighted the Los Angeles area.
"This is where there base of operations is located," he continued. Your Convergence point will shift you into Midgard some 200 miles off the coast. Again, whatever you decide to do is up to you, just kill the children."
Loki conjured up several images. One was of a mountain cluster, just a few miles east of the great stature of Bor, the first, king of Asgard. The mountain had a cave, which was a natural convergence point between the realms, due to Loki's enhancements over the eons. The cave was near the water and had a small crevice in it, big enough for one man to squeeze through. Certainly not Frost Giants, even if they were in their smaller state. However, if the Jotun had access to a shrinking potion that wore off as soon as they dove into the water, allowing legions of them to enter Asgard, swim to Heimdall's hall, at the edge of the Bifrost…..well, that would be quite the escapade. The second image was what seemed to be dungeons in some kind of castle. A castle set deep in Asgard, near its heart, was an opportune location to stage an attack from the inside out, and take the Aesir by surprise. The last image was of a northern gate, Asgard's rear entrance. The walls were sturdy, and Balder The Brave himself was commander of the watch. The trolls and Infernir would have quite the battle on their hands, but the surprise assault from seemingly nowhere would no doubt be a boon to the invading force.
"Laufey," Loki said. "Your entrance is through my secret passageway, in the mountains of Fafnir. From there it will be quite a swim to to Himinbjorg, but I know you are up to the challenge."
Loki conjured an image of Himinbjorg, the great hall of Heimdall, 1,200 miles wide, made from golden citadels, Great halls, temples, and a conglomeration of lesser castles, belonging to minor lords, and volunteers that 'honorably' dedicated their lives to the defense of Asgard. The fortress was laden with turrets, wizards, catapults, ballistae, and an emergency force field defense mechanic to guard Valaskjálf, the capital city of Asgard. Taking Heimdall's fortress, or at least delaying his call to defense, was crucial.
"Attack Heimdall's fortress from the front and behind," Loki continued. Besiege the gates of Asgard to delay any oncoming support, and the battle is all but yours."
"And how can you assure the sentry will not detect our presence, Loki?" Laufey grunted. "Two million Frost Giants are not exactly something that will escape the watchman's notice."
"Practice makes perfect, father dearest. Right outside this room, a great army stands at the ready to burn Asgard to the ground. Three more on Muspelheim, Jotunheim, and Vanaheim. There are blindspots in Heimdall's vision. One merely needs a little magic, and intelligence to take advantage of them. Trust me, as much as you can trust a god of lies, Heimdall will never see this coming."
Loki turned his attention to Asgard's rear gate, Sterkur Veggur.
"Surtur, you and Ulik unfortunately will not have the benefit of avoiding Heimdall's gaze. The convergence point will land you some 1,000 miles ahead of Asgard's rear gates, giving the watchman ample time to blow his horn, and call the Asgardians to battle"
"It matters not," Surtur growled. "My daughter has increased the might of Muspelheim's military might a thousand fold! The Aesir will drown in their own blood this day!"
"A noble sentiment, if not a foolish one. Luckily, your intellect is negligible in this operation. You and Ulik merely need to charge the gates. Asgard will surely rush to defend them, and while you drench yourself in their blood….."
Loki turned his attention to the dungeon. Along the floor, and creeping outwards to the rest of the structure, green runes started to glow.
"A portal spell, strong enough to send a conglomerate of our forces, and Midgardians, over five million strong, straight into the heart of Asgard. While Ulik and Surtur lure the Asgardians into the field, we take our real army, and attack where they aren't. The surprise assault, followed by the Svartalfs attacking from the air, will bring the golden city to its knees."
"You insult me, Loki," Ulik spat. "You dare to imply the invincible Ulik should fight alongside the mud people of Midgard?!"
"If I recall correctly," Loki responded. "Those mud people sent you running back to your caves on several occasions. Sometimes you had to be carried. My distaste for the mortals is greater than any other here, but loathe as I am to admit it, they are useful pawns. Powerful ones as well. So think what you want, Ulik, but do as you are bidden."
The rock troll looked as if he wanted to lunge at the trickster god, but even he wasn't stupid enough to attack an illusion.
"Your convergence point opens at noon," Loki continued. "Your assault on Asgard will last for ten minutes, before the other attackers take action. Malekith, your convergence point will align an hour past noon. If there is nothing else, our business is done."
None of the other council members spoke, and Loki dissolved the apparitions.
11:55 A.M. PST, May 31st, 2016, Sterkur Veggur
Balder, god of light, sat peacefully upon his post at Asgard's rear gate. The handsome god was dressed in silver chainmail from the neck down, with plate armor covering his torso, shoulders, lower arms, and his thighs. The god's helm, silver, with golden horns coming up along either side, laid at his feet. His curly, brown hair rustled gently in the breeze, and his eyes, brilliant white, shined like miniature stars. The warrior was currently playing his lyre. The instrument was enchanted so that anyone within 1,000 miles could hear its sweet tune. Today, Balder played a song of wonder, beauty, courage, and vigilance, as he observed the coming of the Convergence. Other than Heimdall's keen eyes, and perhaps All-Father Odin himself, Balder was the only person able to see the Convergence. The sight of the Nine realms coming into alignment, an event that only happened once every 5,000 years, was truly beautiful, but also terrifying. The lines between the realms had become blurred, and with it, the increased chance of an attack from forces clever/foolish enough to attack the might of Asgard. Currently, the borders of Muspelheim, Vanaheim, and Svartalfheim were blurring between Asgard. Vanaheim's convergence point was fleeting, only lasting a mere day, but the blurred barriers between Muspelheim and Svartalfheim would last for the better part of a week. Balder tried to rest easy at this thought. Not only would Heimdall's vigilant senses keep Asgard safe, but should an attack befall Asgard's gates, himself, the famed warriors three, and Sif would defend them without fail, as they had done for thousands of years hence. Hel, this particular day would not be fortuitous to stage such an attack, as Thor, Asgard's mightiest protector, was ever ready for such a battle. All the same, Balder would breathe a lot easier once the Convergence had finally passed. The god continued to play his lyre, until he felt the veil between the realms shift!
Balder leapt to his feet, as he sensed a sizable invasion set foot into his realm! Even from 1,000 miles away, the god could see an army of trolls and Infernir, at about 500,000 strong! Even worse, the Infernir's vanguard, a fleet of highly advanced warships, flew ahead, and began to rain fire down on Asgard's walls! Balder used his power to create a white light force field around the fortress, and gave the order to return fire. Across 800 miles along the fortress, 30 castles shifted and transformed, until they became giant energy turrets, strong enough to raze entire cities to the ground! The legions of turrets opened fire on their aggressors, shooting down dozens of Muspelheim warships. Small victories, as the Infernir returned fire; blasting down several turrets as the warships zoomed closer to the Aesir's walls! Heimdall, seeing the conflict swiftly becoming ill fated, blew his horn, summoning aid to the rear gates. Legions of Einherjar, Valkyries, and warriors all over Asgard rushed to Sterkur Veggur's aid. Swords, axes, and spears bashed shields, and the roar of over one one million Asgardians rushing to victory, or Valhalla, filled Asgard! Reinforcements would arrive within the half hour, but the trolls and Infernir were already closing in on Asgard's walls. At Balder's command, thousands of archers immediately took their positions, and began to fire their arrows down on their enemies! Thousands of trolls and demons wailed in pain, as the arrows struck true. Balder added his arrows to the fight, from a bow that harnessed light, and never needed to reload, as he called the fortresses catapults and ballistae to fire on the ground forces as well. Enemy casualties were starting to rack up to the thousands, but the Infernir responded in kind. The warships fired thousands of Scabrite volleys over the walls of Sterkur Veggur. The wall turrets were too occupied trying to blast the warships out of the sky, that the much smaller targets mostly sailed past them, and landed in the lands of Nornheim, Zanadu, Ringsfjord, þrumubær, Thryheim, Varinheim, Skemmtikraftur, and Lag. These volleys were pods of Scabrite technology. Upon landing, the pods transformed into fiery portals that scorched anything within a five mile radius. Many Asgardian lives were lost in an instant. Out of the portals that were directly connected to the laboratories of Syndr, the Dragon Empress, daughter of Surtur, let loose a feral cry that shook the Realm Eternal! The dragon/woman hybrid, healed and improved from her brutal defeat at the hands of Geo-Titan, flew out of the portal, followed by legions of Dragon Men, Infernir, and Muspelheim War drills. The Infernir legions did battle with what was supposed to be Sterkur Veggur's reinforcements. Swords pierced flesh, axes sunk into skulls, shields blocked spears, and the cries of death echoed through the city.
Balder, seeing that his aid was no more, rallied the Einherjar at his command. Sterkur Veggur had 373,000 warriors. 34 were lost in the initial barrage. At least half of that had to stay behind the wall in case of a breach. Extending 80 miles out from the wall, the mountainous terrain created a chokepoint towards Sterkur Veggur's capital/main defensive point, Sterkt Hlið. A similar chokepoint existed 200 miles east of Sterkt Hlið. The main gate of this chokepoint was Valkyrjuhlið, the Valkyrie Gate, and was surrounded by seven others: Spínboga, Onyx Falanks, Platínu Steypuhræra, Morgunstjarna Hindrun, íshlið, Bjartur Hrútur, and óáreittur naut. These smaller fortresses within the overall fortress formed an uneven U towards the Valkyrie Gate. The invaders that charged into that region would be met with a surrounding barrage of arrows, plasma cannons, ballistae, catapults, skiffs, crossbows, etc. During the seven day invasion of Asgard, each winter, during the Odinsleep, this particular passage was known as the Bloody Arc. Balder knew the oncoming army would divide themselves between the two entrances. Somewhere around 250,000 strong each, while at best, the Aesir could match them with 93,250 each. Not even half that number. Still, Balder had to give the command. The troll/Infernir army was getting closer, and even amidst the heavy artillery, the sheer numbers would be more than enough to smash through the gates; especially if those warships weren't destroyed. Balder drew his sword, and blew his horn. The enchanted horn could be heard all throughout Asgard, and was a desperate alarm for aid to his brother, Thor, and his beloved, Karnilla. Balder then leapt from his watchpoint on the fortress wall, and landed in the courtyard, where an army of noble Asgardians awaited a glorious battle! Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif were in the vanguard, and Balder was pleased to ride into battle with them. As the sounds of war grew louder beyond their gates, Balder mounted his white stallion, and addressed his comrades!
"ASGARDIANS!" his voice roared loud enough to rival the artillery firing. "THE FORCES OF EVIL THREATEN THE REALM ETERNAL! THEY MEAN TO SEE US DEFEATED, BROKEN, DRIVEN BEFORE THEM, BUT I SAY NAY!"
An avalanche of roars, and clanging weapons responded.
"LET NO DEVIL, NOR TROLL ENTER BEYOND THESE GATES! UNTIL THE DAY OF DOOM, ASGARD WILL STAND!"
Another roar.
"LET NOTHING IN THE NINE REALMS DENY WHAT YOU ARE! HEROES! WARRIORS! GODS! YOU WILL LIVE TO SING OF YOUR GLORY, OR YOU WILL DIE IN GLORY, AND AWAKEN ON YOUR WAY TO VALHALLA!"
A final roar, as the gates were opened, and Balder spurred his horse, and his army forward.
"FOR ODIN! FOR ASGARD!"
The gods of Asgard charged forward to meet their enemy.
12:10 P.M. PST, May 31st 2016, Himinbjorg
Heimdall, the every vigilant watchman of Asgard, sometimes hated his charge. The guardian of the Bifrost could hear every sword strike, every cut of flesh, every cry of death, but was unable to act. Asgard had already been breached from the rear. The enemy had successfully used the Convergence to stage a surprise attack. Heimdall was now dedicated to monitoring the other Convergence point that blurred the borders between Asgard and Svartalfheim. The dark elves were surely privy to the opportunity, and could attack at any moment. Heimdall, so focused on the skies, did not notice the gradual decrease in temperature until the last moment. By then it was too late. Ice suddenly covered the Bifrost, and Himinbjorg froze over in an instant! The waters surrounding Himinbjorg froze over as well, and out of the icy depths rose the Frost Giants! The Jotun were two million strong, and quickly took to their tasks. The Jotun quickly manipulated the ice around them, to construct armor and weapons around themselves, as well as mold the ice around them into Frost Goliaths. They also used their ice magic/enchanted rune glass to construct turrets, and spires that created/maintained an everlasting ice storm around Himinbjorg. Half of the Jotun forces scaled up the frozen walls of Heimdall's fortress, and began to do battle with the Aesir. The heavy frost coating kept Heimdall's armaments from operating, a fact that the Jotun used to their advantage, as they pierced the hall from many sides. Himinbjorg, bordered by 87 citadels, had 776,381 warriors at the ready, but that was hardly enough. For every Frost Giant killed, five Asgardians met an icy death, and the Jotun greatly outnumbered them. Still, the Frost Giants underestimated their opponent. Heimdall, almost thrilled to have an actual fight, sliced his sword, Hofund, through dozens of Frost Giants; leaving an over 200 mile long path of carnage, as he fought his way to the Gjallarhorn. The giant Uru horn, destined to be blown three times at the coming of Ragnarok, was besieged by a horde of Jotun, who were just barely held at bay by the 1,800 Einherjar still alive. Over 1,000 of the noble warriors were already dead. Heimdall's wrath was unrivaled, as the watchman ignited his sword with blue flames that were as if the power of 1,000 suns were trapped inside it! The Jotun, 15 ft tall beforehand, shrunk down to 8ft; making it much easier for the Asgardians to cut them down! Heimdall brutally hacked his way to the Gjallarhorn, and as he channeled the flames through his body, blew it with all his might! A sound as if 1,000 trumpets were being blown at once echoed through the hall! The heat of the flames Heimdall channeled through his body reverberated though his entire hall, melting the ice blockade, and killing any Jotun inside! Himinbjorg was by no means free, as they still had over 800,000 Jotun to deal with, but the battle was leaning far more in their favor….at least on the homefront. The hall's automated and manual defense systems were up and running again. The sounds of Jotun meeting their end echoed through Heimdall's fortress. Still, things were just getting started, as the Guardian of the Bifrost heard a war cry as if from a mad berserker! Heimdall looked above to see Skurge, The Executioner, descending on top of him, with a blast of lightning from his enchanted axe! Heimdall blocked the voltage with Hofund, and responded with a blast of Power Cosmic energy. Skurge sliced the energy wave in half, and charged the watchman yet again. The two warriors fought with an intensity rarely seen in Asgard, as they aggressively hacked away at each other with blows that could crack mountains! The two kept their weapons ablaze with the various energies they had at their disposal, and the battle routinely switched from fast and brutal armed combat, to ranged energy battles, as the two sliced, blasted, blocked, parried, and reflected attacks in a seemingly endless dance of war! Who would be the victor was anyone's guess, but the odds became stacked against Heimdall's favor, as the watchman was blasted into halfway across the stadium sized room with a violent stream of bright green magic! Heimdall managed to recover just in time to block another swing of Skurge's axe, now covered in Deathfrost! The Asgardian followed that attack by kneeing Skurge in the stomach, backhanding him across the face, and swinging Hofund at the villain full force. Skurge was barely able to block Heimdall's swing, as the force of the watchman's attack sent The Executioner flying backwards 200 meters into a wall! Amora, The Enchantress, who attacked Heimdall with the prior blast of magic, smirked at the Guardian of the Bifrost. As Skurge recovered from Heimdall's blow, The Enchantress began to glow with green magic.
"Tell me, Watchman," the woman began to mock him. "Can thee isolate one specific voice for me? Amidst the carnage and devastation of thy beloved city, can thee spare an ear for one Asgardian? I know it selfish of me to request such a boon, but I must know of Sif. I must know when she falls. To what wretched creature she falls to. Whether it is an arrow to the neck, dagger through the eye, or sword through her heart! I must know where she falls, so I might claim her body, and feed it to the wolves myself!"
Heimdall, enraged at Enchantress making such crude remarks about his sister, charged Amora and Executioner! The entire hall of Himinbjorg rumbled with the fury of their battle! Meanwhile the frozen sea became stained with the blood of Jotun and Aesir, as a furious and desperate battle raged on for more than 1,000 miles around Heimdall's hall. Indeed, the armies of Ýdalir, and Vingólf, were able to recover from the first attack, and take to the ice, and do battle with their foes! Plasma burns, arrows, and spears littered the frozen waters, and while the battle was fierce, the sounds of war were inaudible amongst the roar of the ice storm the Jotun placed over the battleground. The Aesir threw themselves against the Jotun army. Many found success against the Frost Giants. Many more perished at the hands of the Jotun's ice manipulation. Be it ice spikes, hail showers, or crushing pillars, the Jotun truly put the gods to test. A test that many Aesir failed.
12:30 P.M. PST, May 31st, 2016, Loki's Castle, Valaskjálf
The runes in Loki's castle had finally charged to their maximum capacity. The portal spell was complete. Without warning, the structure exploded in a giant wave of green magic; decimating anything within a 200 mile radius! Luckily, the castle was towards the edge of Valaskjálf, Odin's great hall, and did minimal damage to the land. However, a good 7,500 guards were placed within the castle to keep a watchful eye on the trickster's domain. Loki was skilled enough in the arcane ways to hide his magic from even Odin. Thus, the ensuing explosion killed all the guards, and left the oncoming invasion of millions of Midgardians another devastating blow to Asgard's war effort. The realm was still struggling with the fire demon and Frost Giant attacks. The surprise assault of a million Midgardian villains and contract killers, led by an arcane enhanced Venom, was almost more than the gods could handle, as the army, armed with Olympus Tech, stormed Valaskjálf, Fólkvangr, Thrudvangar, and Bilskirnir, the hall of Thor. The attack from Asgard's heart quickly spread as if it were a cancer! The mortals wielded weapons and powers of all shapes and sizes. Some wielded guns, blades, and maces. Others were mutated to living beings of fire, plant life, specters of death, or horrid black magic aberrations. Others still were powerful magicians that had mastered control over the Olympus Force, and fueled it into their spells. No matter the manner in which they wielded the power, Asgard was brutally reminded that there were more to these 'weak' mortals than they wanted to admit. The Midgardian assault force flanked Asgardian soldiers, provided reinforcements to struggling allies, or became the needed assistance to turn several battles in their favor. An example of this was the battle near Himinbjorg. The Aesir were barely holding the Frost Giants at bay, but the Midgardians cut a path of destruction through Bilskirnir and Ýdalir, to assist their allies, and tipped the scales in their favor. Towards the south in the land of Stríðsstofa, Tyr's domain, the major battle between the forces of Muspelheim and the intended reinforcements to aid Balder raged on. Those forces found themselves fighting an even more desperate battle, as they were flanked from behind, and now outnumbered 5 to 1. As if that wasn't bad enough, the final part of Asgard's invasion was underway, as fleets of Dark Elf fighters and warships flew out of a convergence point, just over Valaskjálf, and bombarded the golden city with Aether bombs, blasts, and rockets! The carnage and devastation quickly reached unimaginable levels, and all hope seemed to be lost, until a golden light beamed out of Odin's palace, as the All-Father himself, clad in his golden armor, riding his eight-legged steed, Sleipnir, wielding his enchanted spear Gungnir, made his presence known! The king of Asgard swiftly began to even the odds, as he used the Odin-Force to create a horde of countless energy ravens to fly at speeds nearing that of light, that cut the enemies of Asgard to ribbons. Odin rode Sleipnir into battle to aid Tyr, throwing his spear through 100 enemy combatants, and blasting another 300 down with Odin-Force. Meanwhile, the dark elves' hearts pulsed with fear, as the clouds darkened. In a split second, over a dozen fighters and warships were blown to dust with lightning bolts, big enough to completely them, and leave almost nothing in the aftermath! If the dark elves heard the thunder that resulted from the lightning, then that bolt was not meant for them! Thor had finally entered the fray, and the god of thunder was not holding back!
"TROLLS, JOTUN, DARK ELVES, AND EVIL DOERS!" the son of Odin roared. "THOU HAST DEFILED ASGARD, AND ARE SENTENCED TO DEATH! LET THY HEARTS QUAKE WITH FEAR, AND YOUR BONES TREMBLE AT THE SOUND OF THUNDER, FOR THEE SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF MJOLNIR, AND IT'S MASTER! SO SWEARS THOR, SON OF ODIN!"
The thunder god spun his hammer round and round, rising above the clouds, as the lightning storm intensified. His foes meant to see the Realm Eternal razed to the ground. Mjolnir's thunder said otherwise.