As the dust of the battle between Fitran and Zeus had not yet fully settled, a new rumble shook Stones. Amidst the vibrating cracks of reality and the still-glowing roots of Genesis, heavy footsteps echoed, as if the ground itself trembled under the weight of the magnificent—Thor, son of Odin, stepped forward with a firm posture and eyes shining like torches, containing flashes of lightning energy. She wore the gleaming armor of Asgard, its metallic layers reflecting light with sharp rays, her muscles appeared as strong as steel, and the hammer Mj?lnir spun with deadly grace in her hand, emitting lightning that split the air with destructive power. The temperature around her suddenly rose, creating a burning heat as the energy from Mj?lnir writhed and enveloped the area around her with a threatening aura.
"I will not allow a human, even a monarch, to humiliate a deity twice," Thor declared, her voice deep and vibrating the air, her face filled with anger and determination, like the explosion of lightning preceding a storm. With every word spoken, her expression reflected strength and dissatisfaction, as if the entire power of Asgard accumulated in her resolve to protect the honor of the deities. With furrowed brows and a sharp gaze, she displayed thinning patience, clearly visible in her passionate and determined expression.
Fitran stared sharply with determination, Excalibur gleaming in his right hand, while his left eye still radiated dazzling light from the Astral Theorist. Sweat began to flow down his temples, a chill filling his stomach as the pressure of the tense situation weighed down on him. "It is not I who challenges the deities. But I have never refused a challenge from anyone on earth or in the sky," he said firmly, filled with confidence, as if trying to fend off the fear gnawing at his joints. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, striving to push out the anxiety that disturbed his focus.
Thor advanced without hesitation, with a force that shook the ground, throwing Mj?lnir to the surface. The land of Stones was split by the "Thunder Rift," a magical hammer technique that created a magnificent chasm of lightning, transforming the roots of Genesis into electric sparks that leaped into the air. A buzzing sound that vibrated the ears filled the atmosphere, like waves crashing against the shore with strength. Dust billowed into the sky, creating a dramatic scene surrounding them, as if the world around them was trapped in an unforgettable moment of tension.
Fitran swung Excalibur, invoking "Voidlight Resonance"—his sword seemed adorned with a flow of black and white light that radiated luxury, slicing through the air with graceful yet powerful movements. Each slash cleaved the waves of lightning rushing toward him, creating a vortex of vacuum energy that absorbed part of Thor's attack with astonishing strength. As the blade touched the air, a strong vibration coursed not only through his hands but permeated his entire body, as if the earth and sky united in response to every attack launched. He took a deep breath, feeling the blend of cold and heat gripping his body, reminding him of the urgency of this battle.
The hammer and sword clashed, creating a booming sound that echoed into other dimensions, shaking the air around them with extraordinary power. The vibrations seemed to touch the skin, providing a refreshing coolness amidst the heat of the battle. Uncontrolled energy surged, forming a blue-golden sphere of light that spun in the center of Stones, as if the wind swirled around it before striking with lightning and spirals in all directions, leaving glowing trails that painted the sky with bright colors.
Thor leaped into the air, her body enveloped in "Storm Aegis"—the shimmering armor of lightning radiating an aura of power that made every blow ten times heavier and faster. She felt electric vibrations swirling around her, alternating between warmth and cold, as she struck Fitran with "Mj?lnir’s Fury." Her massive hammer spun with pure force, triggering a mini tornado that swept Fitran back, forcing him to jump back, biting his lip to suppress the pain and dispel the confidence that was beginning to wane.
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Fitran retaliated with the spell "Oblivion Echo," his voice firm yet trembling, as he sent a wave of sound that shook the atmosphere. The aura formed shattered the storm, creating a moment of silence around them that made the battle seem to pause as if time slowed down. At that moment, he dashed with "Spiral Shift," as if piercing dimensions, appearing behind Thor with swift and agile movements. His body vibrated with spirit; as he attacked with "Genesis Breaker," his energy slash left glowing wounds on Asgard's armor, leaving a burning metallic scent in the air.
Thor roared, snorting in anger with a sharp, determined gaze. Her right hand spun the massive hammer above her head, a legendary weapon gleaming in the light. With all her strength, she called upon "Ragnarok Strike"—pure lightning from the world tree Yggdrasil shot into the sky, piercing the dark clouds and striking Fitran from all directions with a fury that shook the ground. The rumble of thunder seemed to shake the earth, hitting the surface with tremendous force, sending dust and stone fragments flying. Fitran's heart raced, feeling every wave of energy rushing as if it were splitting his skin, yet he remained steadfast and did not budge. He knew, like the lightning that ignites—pushing boundaries, he must face this challenge with sincere courage.
However, while focusing his energy, Fitran shielded himself with "Abyssal Halo," a circle of black energy that flickered dramatically against the glowing lightning. The circle absorbed all incoming energy, devouring the brutal lightning strike and exploding back with incredible force. The sound of its detonation shook the air, creating a surge of energy that spiraled into the sky, then spread, toppling trees around them with a sound of cracking that pierced the ears. The pungent smell of sulfur enveloped the place, permeating as far as the eye could see, awakening a sense of rivalry hanging between them in that tense moment.
In the midst of the shaking battle, Thor paused for a moment, her eyes glowing as if engulfed in the fire of anger, focusing her sharp gaze on Fitran. "Human, you hold such great power within you. Why do you not use it to annihilate all deities, instead of merely enduring?"
Fitran replied with a sharp and direct gaze, sweat dripping from his temples, reflecting the heavy burden on his shoulders. "Because limitless power only means something if there is a choice to stop. I choose to limit myself, so the world still has a place for hope." His voice was calm, yet behind that calmness lay a panic underlying every word, like waves rolling in a stormy sea raging within him.
Thor smiled coldly, her eyes shining with anger like a wild wolf ready to pounce on its prey. "Then endure until your limit!"
Amidst the thunderous explosions, the two figures stood tall, each holding back their power; lightning sacrificed its light, while darkness ensnared tightly. The world of Stones trembled violently, the sky shattered by a mesmerizing aurora and lightning dancing wildly, creating the illusion that reality was thinning at the edge of the arena. The rumble of the battle echoed like a grand symphony, adding a dramatic touch to the scene ignited with magical energy, as if the entire universe was witnessing this fight. The ground trembled beneath their feet, like a wild beast following the rhythm of the escalating tension.
Finally, their voices drowned and mixed with the raging storm. Only two heroic shadows remained standing, unwilling to yield despite the exhaustion clearly displayed on their faces. Sweat poured down, etching lines of struggle on Fitran's face, while Thor growled with fervor, her gaze sharp showing determination and persistence. They awaited the decisive moment with labored breaths, every second feeling like a thousand years, hearts racing, and breathless, enveloping them in an unbearable tension.
