Chapter 260: C252
Boom!
The skies of Asgard churned with ominous clouds streaked with blood-red and blue lightning, painting a chaotic, apocalyptic scene. The Milky Way seemed to writhe above, and a massive vortex swirled violently in the heavens.
The doomsday-like display drew the attention of countless Asgardians—residents and warriors alike. Panic rippled briefly through the streets, but curiosity soon overtook fear. Throngs of people rushed toward the banquet hall, initially fearing an invasion. To their surprise, they discovered the source of the disturbance: a contest of strength between Thor and a warrior from Midgard.
This revelation sparked the interest of Asgard's warriors, who eagerly attempted to push through the crowd for a better view. But duty prevailed; reluctantly, they returned to their posts, leaving the spectacle to others.
On the balcony of Asgard's Crystal Palace, Frigga stood, her soft robes fluttering in the wind. She gazed thoughtfully at the turbulent sky.
"A power unlike any I have seen before," she mused. "It seems to manifest as pure fighting spirit, refined into a kingly presence. Such gifted children. Perhaps they will become the new variables that lead Asgard to even greater heights."
"Thor..." she murmured with a knowing smile.
Inside the banquet hall, the air was a whirlwind of chaos. Gale-force winds swept through, making it difficult for anyone to stand firm. Faces stung as the gusts struck, but the discomfort only heightened the crowd's exhilaration. Cheers erupted as they pressed forward, determined to witness the contest between Thor and the Midgardian warrior, Sumarokov.
The clash of raw power ignited a primal fervor among the Asgardians, who valued strength above all. At the center of the storm, Thor and Sumarokov stood locked in combat. Thunder roared as lightning arced around them, scorching the air and filling the hall with the sharp scent of ozone. The Asgardian spectators, standing as close as they dared, felt the electric charge in the air; their hair stood on end. Yet no one retreated. All eyes were on the two warriors.