The royal city of Asgard was in utter chaos. The sky above had been completely dyed black, with several cyclonic clouds connecting the heavens and earth, spinning endlessly over the distant waters of Asgard. A massive vortex had formed, sucking river water into the freshly opened rift beneath it.
Thick black mist continued to pour from the wormhole in the sky, as if heralding the arrival of a dark overlord. Finally, a crimson sphere shimmered within the darkness, slowly emerging from the wormhole.
Asgard, this floating continent, possessed a planetary core much like other worlds. This core not only maintained the continent's integrity but also served as the source of Hela's power—an irresistible feast for Galactus.
"Where is Norrin? Why hasn't he come to greet me or carve a path to the core?" Galactus searched the surroundings, sensing several powerful auras, but none belonged to Norrin. The silver surfboard he had gifted him was nowhere in sight.
"No matter... I need energy." Greedily eyeing the land below, Galactus swept his hand, summoning several cloud pillars that connected heaven and earth. Asgard's assault ships bombarded him with golden beams of light, but to him, they were nothing more than irritating insects.
The golden beams clouded his vision slightly, but his annoyance was fleeting.
At that moment, Odin, Garus, and their companions emerged from the treasury into the palace square. The sky burned as Asgard's ships fell from the heavens, struck by beams from the swirling clouds above, crashing into the river below before being sucked into the vortex.
"Run! Run!" The battlefield commander shouted frantically. They couldn't resist, nor could they inflict any damage on the enemy. In truth, they didn't even know what they were fighting.
Watching his people perish, Thor's eyes turned crimson. "I don't care who you are—you're dead."
Thor's fists always moved faster than his brain. Before Odin could intervene, his son had already hurled Mjolnir and flown into the sky.
"What is this thing?" Even as Thor drew closer, the churning black mist concealed whatever lay within. All he could see were the unlucky soldiers caught in its grasp.
"Taste the wrath of the Thunder God!" Thor prepared to summon lightning—but paused just in time, realizing he would strike his own men.
"Uh!?" Without warning, a tornado snatched him into the clouds, sending him spinning uncontrollably. He felt his lunch threatening to make a return appearance.
Wait... what had he eaten for lunch?
Below, Odin watched the spectacle with resignation. He wasn't too concerned—his son possessed the resilience of a cockroach. "His time on Earth hasn't fully tempered his reckless nature... He still has much to learn."
Garus' intervention had altered many storylines, leaving Thor's character arc incomplete.
Odin glanced sideways, fingers tracing Gungnir's shaft, deep in thought.
Garus felt a chill under the All-Father's gaze. "This old fox isn't planning to use me as a pawn, is he?"
But Odin quickly turned back to the battlefield, raising Gungnir. A brilliant blue bolt of lightning shot forth, forming a massive hand that caught falling soldiers and pulled Thor from the storm.
Garus marveled at the display. The All-Father's mastery of lightning was peerless. Comparing their strength, he knew that without direct combat, he couldn't gauge Odin's true power.
Thor tumbled out of the clouds, his armor scorched and face blackened.
Cough, cough! Thor sputtered, struggling to regain his bearings.
Watching his people fall, Odin's patience snapped. He turned to Garus. "Galactus must be contained. Don't worry—this is only an avatar. I'll engage him first... you follow."
"You're a Skyfather-tier powerhouse. You can handle this. I'll cheer you on from behind!" Garus interrupted without shame.
Odin couldn't be bothered to argue. Summoning a golden chariot drawn by winged horses, he ascended into the sky.
"Heimdall, aren't you going?" Garus asked.
"My strength is insufficient to aid the All-Father," Heimdall replied matter-of-factly, his orange eyes making Garus' hair stand on end.
Legends claimed that Heimdall's eyes were the Soul Stone itself. Garus didn't know if that was true, but under that gaze, he felt as though his very soul was laid bare.
"Father, be careful!" Thor called after Odin, still shaken by his earlier ordeal.
"Your father is stronger than you think," Heimdall reassured him. He had fought beside Odin across the Nine Realms and had never seen him defeated. Turning to Garus, he added, "Even so, defeating the Devourer of Worlds will not be easy."
Odin's chariot vanished into the black mist, leaving the battlefield below in anxious silence.
Time passed. Finally, within the swirling clouds, a red-armored giant appeared—Galactus' true form. His eyes glazed, his mind dulled by hunger. But at the sight of Odin, they lit up, his voice a ravenous murmur: "Energy... food..."
Odin raised Gungnir, releasing a bolt of blue lightning that crossed miles in an instant, striking Galactus' armor.
Momentarily stunned, Galactus' body crackled with electric serpents. But the pain only stoked his rage.
"I will crush you... devour you!" White cosmic beams shot from his hands, illuminating the battlefield.
Odin's eyes narrowed. Spinning Gungnir, he conjured a lightning barrier before him. Though the beams seemed small from a distance, up close they engulfed him entirely.
Galactus' avatar, though dim-witted, was immensely powerful—his control over energy surpassed even Odin's.
If that Earthling youth lent his aid, they might just stand a chance.
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