Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

The battle between Sif, the Warriors Three, and the Skrulls' grotesque experiments raged on. The foes before them were a terrifying amalgamation of power—the agility and madness of the Green Goblin prototypes, the brute strength and regenerative abilities of genetically modified Lizardmen, and the monstrous might of Abomination, the Skrulls' attempt at recreating Emil Blonsky's terrifying form. Worst of all was a Mutant hybrid, a genetic cocktail infused with multiple abilities stolen from captured superhumans.

The fight was grueling.

Then, from beyond the battlefield, piercing screams shattered the air. The townspeople, who should have already escaped, found their way blocked. Several Green Goblins, soaring on stolen Goblin Gliders, had sealed off all routes of retreat, their cackling laughter echoing through the streets.

"Damn, damn it!"

"The police station won't answer!"

"The signal is completely blocked—"

"They're going to kill us all!"

"I don't want to die! Please, someone help!"

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Fear spread like wildfire as panicked civilians fell into chaos.

Sif and her companions could only protect so many people at once. The Asgardians fought valiantly, but as they clashed with the Skrull monstrosities, helpless bystanders fell in the crossfire. Innocent lives were lost before their very eyes.

Thor clenched his fists in frustration. Rage burned in his chest, yet no matter how deeply he willed it, his lost divine power remained dormant. The sight of the fallen—the very people who had treated him with kindness—only deepened his despair.

Jane Foster and Dr. Erik Selvig, once filled with awe at the myths-turned-reality standing before them, now stared at Thor and the other Asgardians with emotions they had never shown before—fear and anger.

These weren't just faceless casualties; they were their friends, their neighbors—family.

Jane had spent years among these people. Now, they lay lifeless at her feet.

The battle continued, but the deaths of the townspeople only emboldened the monstrous invaders. The Green Goblins and Lizardmen, despite their savagery, were nothing more than low-tier foot soldiers in the grand scheme of things. Against seasoned warriors like Sif and the others, they were little more than cannon fodder. Even the Frost Giants of Jotunheim could have slain them with ease.

But Abomination and the Mutant hybrid were different.

The Warriors Three, wielding only second-tier combat prowess, found themselves struggling against the relentless barrage of rockets and fireballs conjured by the mutant. Meanwhile, they fended off the constant ambushes from the Green Goblins and Lizardmen.

Wounds accumulated. Blood stained the battlefield.

And then there was Sif, the mightiest among them—a third-tier warrior, stronger even than Loki. Locked in a brutal duel against Abomination, she fought alone, her sword clashing against the beast's grotesque, gamma-infused hide.

This was no ordinary creature.

The Skrulls had attempted to clone the Hulk's monstrous form, and though Abomination was but an imitation, he was still an uncontrollable juggernaut with staggering power. Had their cloning process been more stable, the Skrulls' dream of mass-producing an unstoppable Abomination army might have already become a reality.

With immense strength, near-impenetrable defense, and monstrous regenerative speed, even an Asgardian like Sif struggled to find an opening. Though her blade carved deep, green-gushing wounds across his flesh, the injuries only seemed to infuriate Abomination further, his power growing with his rage.

The battle was taking its toll.

The Lizardmen, beyond their enhanced strength and healing, also possessed the terrifying ability to turn invisible. One of them vanished into thin air, striking when the Warriors Three least expected it. With a sudden slash, five long gashes tore across Volstagg's stomach, deep enough to spill blood in waves.

"Urgh—damn beast!" Volstagg groaned, his movements slowing from the pain.

Sensing weakness, the Lizardman lunged again, claws reaching for Volstagg's throat—

—but Fandral, ever quick-witted, spun on his heel and struck. His rapier pierced straight through the Lizardman's skull, stabbing clean through its eye socket.

"If I hadn't eaten so much, I could've dodged it!" Volstagg grumbled, gripping his axe tighter.

Fandral offered no reply. The fight left no time for banter.

The Warriors Three were faltering. Their movements slowed. Their wounds multiplied.

And Thor… Thor could do nothing.

Until—

A massive ice spear, crafted from Jotunheim's cursed frost, shot toward Volstagg's exposed form. There was no way he could dodge.

Thor's heart pounded in his chest.

And then—

Roaring with fury, he stretched out his hand.

Mjolnir answered his call.

The enchanted hammer tore through the sky, landing in his grasp. Lightning ignited the battlefield.

Thor had returned.

Now empowered once more, his third-tier Asgardian might, combined with Mjolnir's divine enchantments, made him a near-unstoppable force—one nearing fourth-tier strength.

Thunder roared. Mjolnir struck the earth, sending bolts of lightning cascading through the horde of Lizardmen and Green Goblins. Bodies convulsed before bursting into ashes.

Even the Mutant hybrid, twisted by Skrull experiments, was obliterated in a single, electrified strike.

But Abomination would not fall so easily.

Though battered, his monstrous endurance held firm. Even after suffering multiple direct hits from Thor's hammer, the beast remained standing, his relentless stamina keeping him in the fight.

But it was only a matter of time.

Even with his immense durability, Abomination could not withstand Mjolnir's power forever.

The Skrulls, observing from a distance, grew restless. The Green Goblins and Lizardmen were expendable. Even the Mutant hybrid was a mere failed experiment.

But Abomination?

A successful gamma-powered super soldier was too valuable to lose.

Realizing the battle was lost, the Skrulls played their final gambit—ordering their minions to attack Jane Foster and the other civilians.

Thor's attention snapped to his friends.

Abomination took the opportunity to escape.

With a few monstrous leaps, the beast disappeared into the shadows, vanishing from sight.

Thor gritted his teeth, gripping Mjolnir tightly, torn between pursuing his fleeing enemy or protecting the terrified, injured civilians.

In the end, he chose to stay.

Looking upon the fallen bodies of the townspeople—the people who had once greeted him with smiles—his heart felt heavy.

For the first time, Thor truly understood the cost of battle.

And elsewhere, in the shadows, Ragna observed, watching Thor grow.

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