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"Not bad," he muttered.

Natasha activated another bomb, tossing it toward the remaining rift. The explosion cracked the base of the portal, causing it to flicker. Eskel, groaning, began to stir behind her. Eskel after waking up and seeing the destruction laid out by Thor, couldn't help but gulp down. 

Imlerith rose from the rubble, face scorched, helm dented—but very much alive. He spat out a wad of black ichor and snarled.

"You are not of this world," he growled at Thor. "You do not belong in this fight." Imlerith was very much confused and for the first time. He had never seen, heard or faced a human with such body strength before. 

Even the great mages failed when it came to the body strength of this long haired blonde. This man and his hammer had too much power. He could still feel the lightning course through his veins and that was enough to tell him that this man had both magic and strength. Even the Aen Elle aren't good at both. Who the hell was this guy?

"Then I'll leave once I've broken your jaw."

The two titans charged.

Mjolnir met Imlerith's war hammer with a seismic crash. The ground beneath them fractured. Imlerith swung again and again, each strike like an avalanche, but Thor matched him blow for blow. Sparks and lightning flashed with every clash of their weapons. Mjolnir was faster—lighter—but Imlerith's hammer had raw weight and magical force behind it.

Thor himself was surprised to see that the hammer of Imlerith hadn't broken yet after getting hit by Mjolnir. 

One of Imlerith's blows grazed Thor's side, tearing through his armor and sending him reeling. But Thor retaliated with a roar, calling down a bolt of lightning that struck Mjolnir and amplified his next swing. The hammer smashed into Imlerith's leg, breaking the armor and sending the creature stumbling.

The other warriors tried to converge on Thor—but Steve and Vesemir stood in their way.

"No one gets past," Vesemir said. "Not while he's fighting."

Behind them, Natasha dragged Eskel to a sheltered spot and jammed a glowing crystal into his side—Yennefer's field healing spell. Eskel groaned again and slowly pushed himself upright.

High above the ridge, the skies churned, as if enraged by the violence below. Snow turned to ash mid-air. Magic pulsed—not cold and deathly, but fiery, ancient, and alive.

And then it happened.

Twin comets of fire burst through the sky like divine wrath made manifest. Liam and Yennefer stood atop Kaer Morhen's tallest tower, staffs raised high. Between them, their combined magic spiraled upward and exploded into a constellation of blazing orbs.

"Brace yourselves!" Thor shouted, realizing what was coming. Even he could feel the sheer heat building in the air.

The fireballs rained down—fifty, maybe more—each one trailing screaming light as they slammed into the battlefield with cataclysmic force. The ridge lit up like the forge of a dying star. Each orb struck the ground with such impact that the frozen earth shattered, geysers of fire and molten rock erupting skyward.

One of the portals was struck dead center. It didn't close—it screamed, warping violently before exploding outward in a wave of black frost and blue flame. Wild Hunt warriors were instantly incinerated, their armor melting as they disintegrated in mid-motion. The snow turned to steam. The cliffs began to collapse.

"FALL BACK!" Vesemir bellowed.

Thor looked toward Imlerith—still standing, but stumbling, his cloak and half his armor aflame. Their duel had ended not with a victor, but with the heavens themselves deciding the battlefield was done.

"This fight's not over," Thor warned. "I'll finish it soon."

"You'll try," Imlerith hissed, disappearing into the shadows of another flickering portal—one of the last remaining—just before another fireball tore into the ridge.

"RUN!"

Steve grabbed Natasha and Eskel, dragging them down the path while shielding them from falling debris. Vesemir limped behind, covering the retreat. Thor took to the air, Mjolnir spinning fast as he soared through the smoke.

Even the turrets on the walls powered down for a moment, blinded by the radiant magic that had turned night into a second sunrise.

The firestorm continued for another twenty seconds—but it felt like an eternity. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped. Smoke billowed from the eastern ridge where nothing now remained but scorched earth, shattered ice, and warped stone.

The remaining portals were gone. The Wild Hunt warriors who hadn't been incinerated had fled or been buried. The battle has stopped for now. But everyone knew that it wasn't over. Eredin and even his other hand hadn't showed up yet. 

"That was… a lot." Natasha coughed and pulled off her mask, blinking through soot.

Liam and Yennefer descended slowly from the tower, visibly drained. Their magic had been immense, but it had cost them. Liam's staff still sparked at the tip, smoke coiling from its runes. Yennefer's eyes glowed faintly violet, her breathing heavy.

"Too many rifts," she said. "They're trying to weaken the barrier between realms. If we hadn't burned them out now, they would've overwhelmed the valley." This attack had already been decided from before and the reason they didn't go and attack this in the first place was because this spell required time and couldn't be just set up from before. Especially when they didn't know how and where the enemies would appear. 

"And if you hadn't hit that hard… we'd be dead." Steve looked from above one of the high walls of the castle. He was happy that he was alive but also somewhat excited. He felt like he was back in the World War times. 

He felt like he was in his natural place. 

"I wasn't about to let that happen," Liam replied simply, planting the end of his staff against the stone. "This was just the first wave."

"Imlerith escaped. He won't stay gone for long." Thor spoke, quite irriated that he had escaped but as if the Gods listen to his silent prayer. Multiple portals opened inside the castle itself. 

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