11

Three hours later, a weary Tony was sitting in a vertical take-off and landing aircraft that Phil called a Quinjet. Black in colour, with its massive nose and rather short body, it resembled a bird of prey. The name was probably due to the aircraft's four engines: two pushrod jets were at the rear, and two more in nacelles were hidden in the wings behind sliding flaps. Tony immediately noted the many disadvantages of this design - the wings were too short and weak, and there was no way to store much fuel. It would have been much more logical to make rotary nozzles like on the F-22, but who was he to express his opinion of a brilliant technician?

Come to think of it, Tony could make a plane that, even without any magic, could fly until the fuel in the reactor runs out, which is several tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of miles. And with replacement and maintenance, orders of magnitude more. But again, the less the secret services know about you, the better they sleep. If you just give them a finger, they will pull off the whole hand up to the arse and make you work only for yourself. And in case of refusal, they can be so offended that, at the very least, it threatens losses, for Shield has a lot of ways to ruin his business. All it takes is not licensing his designs, and Stark will go away. In fact, that's one of the reasons he went along with it. He and his father had been suppliers to the army for most of their lives and knew that proud loners who went against the system were either out of their trousers or in jail.

- Mr Stark, can you sell us the Pim particles? - Phil shouted over the sound of the engines.

Although there was no need to - Tony had excellent hearing. What kind of Pim's particles are we talking about? Hank Pym's an inventor we last heard from a long time ago. In the sixties, he invented particles that could shrink or enlarge any object. Quantum space compression technology, something like that. And Tony needed to take with him not only tools but also rune matrices that could be easily disguised as technical devices. Letting them transport them to Shields would mean giving them straight to them to study. So with the Reducio spell, Tony had shrunk everything he needed enough to fit into his shoulder bag. As an explanation, he'd found his father's supplies from his friend. So he was now sitting with a shoulder bag with a picture of Sponge Bob on it. What? It's been his favourite bag since high school! It didn't matter that Phil was grinning at it, and the other agents were laughing.

- I could, but I don't want to," Tony replied. - I only have a few myself.

- So you shouldn't have wasted it.

- Maybe I shouldn't have," Stark shrugged. - I'm not saying you shouldn't have bought quintets, am I? You should have built a flying aircraft carrier.

- What do you have against flying aircraft carriers? You know, theoretically?

Tony looked at the agent suspiciously. Did Shield really build a flying aircraft carrier? No, it can't be; they're not morons, right?

- If only theoretically," Stark replied thoughtfully as he saw the others begin to listen to their conversation, "except that it sounds like the most idiotic idea in the world? First, we should take the classic aircraft carrier as an example. Firstly, the disadvantage that lies on the surface is the monstrous cost. A typical aircraft carrier in the U.S. costs around 4-5 billion dollars. The air wing, based on it, costs almost the same amount. But it should be understood that an aircraft carrier never sails alone, as in this case, it is a tidbit for any enemy fleet, which adds escort ships for another 10-12 billion. In total, just one aircraft carrier with escorts can cost up to 20 billion! And this I do not consider expensive maintenance, thousands of tonnes of fuel burned in air raids, personnel salaries and costs. There will be another two or three hundred million a year.

- And if we take away the escort? - Phil asked.

- That would be the most idiotic thing you could do," replied Tony. - But okay. Let's take out the cost of the aircraft carrier itself and its maintenance, and I can't even imagine how much its flying analogue will cost. That leaves the technical problems. How much power do reactors and engines need to lift a hundred thousand tonnes? Even if it is somehow lightened with composite materials, which would increase its cost to the sky, you can't get rid of fuel and supplies. As well as the aeroplanes themselves, otherwise the whole point of the idea is lost. But let's assume, just let's assume, that all this has been solved. The most important question is, "Why?"

- Why, why? It's very convenient to have an air wing anywhere in the world," Phil replied with a smile.

- And at what speed will this cast-iron iron fly? It's much easier to fly to any U.S. base and from there to any other aircraft. Besides, a flying aircraft carrier will be vulnerable to missiles and even artillery. Since it can't fly fast, it's a huge target. And no matter how many cannons you hang - it won't help, as it didn't help battleships. It's just a matter of numbers. A simultaneous salvo of a thousand missiles - and no air defence will help, and considering that it's enough to damage one of the engines, we get a glass flying iron.

- Hmm, what if that iron was invisible?

- An invisible, flying aircraft carrier? - Stark asked sceptically. - It would cost as much as the U.S. national debt. With that money, you can buy the enemy you need with the guts. Especially if you have invisibility technology, wouldn't it be easier to make quintets and aeroplanes invisible instead of crossing a beaver with a rhinoceros? And if you can't wait to make a flying aircraft carrier, there were airships a hundred years ago. Add modern technology and a dozen quintets can be transported around the world a hundred thousand times cheaper.

Phil didn't have time to reply as the pilot reported a minute's readiness. Stark worked out from the inbuilt navigator that they were now in one of the many rocky deserts of New Mexico. Looking out of the quintet, which had kicked up a huge cloud of dust on landing, Tony saw a dome-shaped complex of rapidly erected metal structures over which a transparent film or something like that had been stretched. The air inside was being pumped through filters by compressors that must have created a high pressure inside, which helped maintain the dome and created a separate atmosphere inside. Which made sense since it was very hot and dry outside. And besides, what could an alien object be contaminated with? We don't need an epidemic of some kind.

- Agent McCreary," Colson greeted the man who approached them, putting on his glasses. Bald, elderly, glasses. The stereotypical scientist. - What's the intel on the subject?

- The object did not react in any way; there was no change.

Then the scientist noticed Stark coming out with a heavy metallic clang. Tony himself weighed a hundred and fifty kilograms after the changes. He didn't feel it himself, but the surrounding structures... Let's just say that stepping on people's feet was now strictly contraindicated for him.

- And you? Jesus, how did I miss you? You're Tony Stark, aren't you?

- No, I'm Merry Poppins, - Tony also put on glasses so that it was not visible that his pupils from the bright light could shrink to a point. - Can't we just get on with the research? I've got enough to do as it is.

- Yes, yes, of course, follow me.

They entered the complex through an airlock, where all their clothes were taken away and replaced by uniforms that were just right for Stark, again showing Shield's awareness and making them wear protective suits. Tony didn't get excited, though he doubted any soreness would get him through. And if it did, the ritual of healing from illnesses would help him. Still, precautions were not unnecessary. Before the airlock and inside, Stark noticed soldiers with rifles standing every five to ten metres. And not some kind of PSC or even PMC, but real professionals.

How to identify them? They were not chatting or climbing into the phones but scrutinised every person entering and leaving. Well, Tony saw a lot of military to understand by the alignment and behaviour, who is a pro and who is not. If such pros had been in the convoy when he was kidnapped, the terrorists would have been safe. But, alas, he was with the usual cadres. He didn't want to say anything bad about them. They weren't bad guys but on different levels. And even the equipment showed it. Weapons from different countries are often modified and customised by hand, the same with knives and pistols. Only the black body armour and uniforms with the Shield on the chest were the same. After passing several guard posts, they finally reached the centre, where in a five-metre crater, on a small rise, a hammer, which Tony had already seen in a photograph, was sticking out of a rock. And if in ordinary vision it was just a strange tool, but in magical vision... Such powerful charms Stark had never seen before. And besides, the hammer itself was a huge energy store, next to which even obsidian pales in comparison.

- May I? - he asked, stepping closer.

- Sure," Colson waved his hand not only to Tony but also to the guards.

Stark came closer under shocked, surprised or just attentive stares - it all depended on the experience of the spectators, enlarged tools and thin metal sheets with etched runes of adamantium. Holes had already been made in them beforehand so they could be "slid" onto the stalagmite on which Mjelnir rested. Stark only had to zoom in on some things since there was already a lab with quite normal tools, including various drilling rigs. Pretending to scan the hammer with various tools and trying to take a sample to the commentary of the scientist who said they'd tried all of this before, Tony studied the hammer with magic, removing the matrices and studying the runes.

To begin with, since Mjolnir was a purely magical artefact, physically, it was just a piece of unknown metal covered with unknown skin. Due to the strengthening charms, peeling off only a little bit of the leather was possible. The analysis showed that it was the skin of some snake, and judging by the scales, or rather by the fact that the entire winding was made of a single scale, the beast was truly titanic in size. The material of the hammer was extremely heavy; if not for the weight control enchantments, it would have weighed twenty tonnes. As it was, it only weighed twenty kilograms for the user, and the hammer's weight could always be increased or decreased. Also, a lot, really, but hardly used by humans.

In addition, Stark was interested in the unusual charms of mana collection, its conversion into electricity and flight charms. And if the first were similar to Pierce's analogue, the second and third were very good. Though, after getting the first information, Tony decided that this hammer was like a walker for a child. To use it as a weapon all the time is to limit yourself. After all, the hammer will do everything for you, fly in, give anyone who needs to be hit in the face, and even lightning will strike for you, you know, just give mana. It even has a certain pseudo-mind, which threatens to become real in a few centuries. The hammer understands the owner from half a word, especially since there are also mental charms for control. And it was alright, no, Tony wanted something like that because he didn't have time to learn normal magic, let alone fencing or martial arts. And as life had shown, no one would wait for you to swing and get stronger. They catch you without trousers, you'll fight without trousers.

Tony was not disturbed for three hours until, finally, the scientist returned and, unable to stand it, asked:

- Well, what do you say?

- I will only say that such technologies I have met for the first time. They are even more like magic, even though it is nonsense.

- It's not such nonsense, Mr Stark," Phil Colson entered. - In my work, I've encountered mutants, aliens, magicians, and other creatures whose abilities can't be explained by science alone.

- Then you need a magician, not a scientist," Tony grinned. - All I can say is.

- Wee-wee-wee-wee-wee," Stark didn't finish as the alarm went off.

The guards took their weapons without a fuss as Phil's order came over the loudspeakers:

- Do not shoot; the object is taken with non-lethal weapons!

Since the walls here were transparent, Tony himself soon saw the intruder. A bearded, muscular blond man with shoulder-length hair, taller than he was, was advancing towards the hammer like an icebreaker. He took out the pros hand-to-hand, covered in tranquillisers and taser needles. However, judging by his demonstrated strength, he was slightly stronger than a trained professional, pressed by the fighting experience. However, it wasn't enough - he was crushed by the mass, twisted and sedated.

- Who's that? - Stark couldn't take it anymore.

- Presumably, the wielder of the hammer. There's a reason he came all the way out here, isn't there? - Phil commented, contacting the head of security.

- He doesn't look like a great warrior. His skills are alright, but he's a little weak.

- That's our problem. Our service is grateful for your work and will fulfil all our obligations.

- Even though I could do next to nothing?

- You've done enough. And besides, where else would we get viburnum for seven thousand dollars a gram, especially in such quantities?

- Oh, bugs! - Stark marvelled, realising that Phil's original purpose was not so much to research the hammer as to purchase vibranium.

Let Shields think he'd been conned, but in fact, they'd bought ten tonnes of scrap metal for the price of the rarest metal.

- All right, if you don't want my help, I'll leave you to it.

- Of course. Can I still engage you as a consultant? - Phil asked in a friendly tone.

- You're the one who can. You're a good bloke, Phil," Tony clapped him on the shoulder. - Come in for a cup of tea or something stronger.

- I will," he nodded.

Tony sat in the quinjet and pretended to be asleep, clutching a small vial. When he'd seen the mutilation of a supposedly Scandinavian god, he'd devised a plan. If Tony insisted on researching that guy, it was unlikely he'd be turned down, but he couldn't bear the results. As it was, by collecting Accio's blood droplets all the way back, he had genetic material that would help create the serum.

Why would he need it for something that's already superhuman? Well, that's the thing, he doesn't. He may live thousands of years without ageing, but his family and friends? Despite his image as a frivolous man, Stark could be serious; he just didn't like it. It was just scary. Scary to realise that Pepper and Rhodes would grow old and die before his eyes while he would be exactly the same as he was now. Besides, no normal woman could bear him or even just have sex with him without repercussions. Tony didn't show that it was festering him, chasing all the worries deep into his heart, but that didn't mean it didn't bother him. Back home, Stark put the blood in a safe with a separate space with time stopped, then ate and went to bed. The next morning he woke up not to an alarm clock but to Jarvis's voice:

- Mr Stark, There's been an attack on the town of Deere in New Mexico; we've been contacted by Phil Colson asking for help...

***

It took a minute to put on the ex-bronze, another three to move to the abandoned beacon at the site of the hammer fall and fly to the nearest settlement, a small roadside village of a few dozen buildings. Tony tapped into the security cameras. It seemed like only a short time had passed, and already clouds of fires and smoke were rising from afar, burning burnt and crumpled cars. Somewhere a little further away, a smoking quinjet had fallen on a house, and if you looked closely, you could see the moaning and dead Shield agents among the bodies.

The culprit of the whole mess was a three-metre-long metallic as if made up of separate horizontal strips of metal... robot or exoskeleton, it was hard to tell. It fought with unprecedented vigour against a very strange foursome. One was a lean, dapper blond with a beard and a rapier in his hand. The second was a tall, muscular redhead fighting with a huge labrys. The third was an Asian with two daggers, who showered the steel giant with blows, sending out only sparks. And the fourth was a beautiful brunette with a shield and a sword, who was closing in from the released stream of plasma straight from the opened flaps of the robot's head. The Shield was red-hot, and she tossed it aside, rolling away from the deadly yellow beam. Tony could see that the beam had mana, a techno-magic spell. And he thought he was the only smart one.

All four were dressed in a strange futuristic but, at the same time, style similar to medieval Viking armour. Behind the fighting, Stark saw a crowd of people crammed into a building, among them the very alien trying to get to the hammer. Tony had only a short distance to fly as the battlefield changed dramatically. The four were barely holding back the giant, and when the red-haired bearded man missed a kick in the stomach, all the defence and coordinated work went to hell. The Asian man was the next to be hit, flying seven metres away from the impact of the gauntlet, hitting the wall of the nearest DHL ward and losing consciousness. But the girl got the worst of it, not because she failed, but rather the opposite. The blond, confused momentarily, was almost hit by the plasma beam.

- Fandral! - she shouted and, pushing the boy away, took the full monstrous blow herself.

Stark had managed to knock the aim of the machine gun off so that the girl wasn't burned through and hollowed out, but it didn't do her much good. Part of her abdomen had been burned away, along with her flesh, all the way down to her spine. Which meant she wasn't human if she was still alive and conscious.

- Sif, no! - shouted the owner, or whatever he was, of the hammer, running outside.

- I'm sorry, Thor, we will not feast together in the halls of Odin," the girl smiled bitterly as Stark showered the robot with plasma blasts. - We will never fight side by side again. And... I wanted to confess to you...

- Sorry to interrupt, but could you take the wounded away instead of a dramatic pause? - Throwing back the robot with a volley of three beams from his palms and chest at once, Tony asked.

- How dare you, mortal...

- You'll all be mortal if you don't get out of my way! - Stark snarled, taking off and knocking the robot over with a knee to the chin. - And can someone tell me what the hell is going on?

- It's a destroyer, a guardian of Asgard," replied the redhead who had regained consciousness. - He was sent by Loki, who conspired with the ice giants and betrayed the All-Father Odin!

- She is not breathing... YOU KILLED HER! - suddenly roared Thor, not letting his friend finish, and then with bare hands and ordinary clothes, he rushed at the destroyer.

- Stop, you idiot! - exclaimed Stark, who was holding back another volley of plasma and could not fly away. Otherwise, the plasma stream could hit the people, who had started to be led away by another pretty brunette throwing concerned glances at Thor.

Tony would have joked about the fetish, but he couldn't care less when he felt like a chicken in an oven - vibranium didn't dissipate heat but absorbed it perfectly, just like adamantium. The enchantments and inbuilt air conditioning couldn't cope. If he were a mere human right now, he'd have passed out from pain shock after receiving many burns.

Odinson reached for the robot, pummelling it with his bloody knuckles. One blow with his left hand was enough to send Thor tumbling like a piece of meat onto the road. But not yet unconscious.

- Father, what must I do to become worthy?! What?!" cried Thor in despair.

- You shouldn't do the first thing that comes into your head. - Tony asked, taking the leg kick meant to finish the Asgardian on a blade that had shrunk but now had regained its size.

Stark drew the right conclusions from the previous battle and made himself a normal sword, a futuristic mixture of a straight Japanese katana and Chinese Dao. The sword was grey without a tsuba or hand protection and glowed with a bright white string of plasma along the point's edge.

- Or not endangering others with his wishful thinking?

At that moment, an epiphany flickered in Odinson's despairing brain. This was it. His father had always told him, "A true ruler thinks of his subjects first. He must be brave and have no doubts but wise in heart." It was only now that he realised that phrase as he looked at Lady Sif's lifeless body, his wounded friends, and the bodies of the dead men. His selfish decisions caused many casualties. He was not worthy of being the lord of Asgard; he felt the deepest remorse and desire to right his wrongs. And at that very moment, the entire sky was covered with impenetrable clouds that came out of nowhere, and thunder and lightning began to rumble everywhere. One of the blows struck Thor himself, clad in armour, and a moment later, Mjolnir flew into his hand.

- I don't know who you are, Iron Midgardian, but thank you for your help and words. Allow me to help you in battle!

- Why are you so shy? Join in. There's enough for everyone!

Tony swung his super-sharp and sturdy sword at the enemy, leaving melted cuts. Still, they healed almost instantly, as if by magic. At that moment, Thor arrived, sending the heavy giant back a dozen metres with a single blow, straight into the burning truck, which crumpled in half and exploded from the impact.

- Do you think that's enough? - Tony asked.

- The Destroyer was designed to withstand the strongest warriors, including the Aesas!

As if hearing the heir's words to Asgard's throne, a beam of energy flew out of the fire and smoke, which Thor took to the hammer rotating by the hinge of the handle at such a speed that it merged into one continuous circle. Without ceasing to spin it, even as the deadly beam dried up, Odyson suddenly flew upwards on the spinning hammer, and lightning from the clouds began to strike Mjelnir. All this gathered power after Thor's fall and the two-handed blow to the automaton's head was released instantly, nearly blinding Stark, who was saved by the lowered light filters. The impact was terrible. The ground shook as if from an earthquake, whole windows of houses were blown out, cracks appeared on the nearest ones, and the electric discharges released, as thick as a hand, melted the places where they had been hit and caused new fires within a radius of thirty metres. The automaton had a hard time, too - its head was crushed into his chest, its legs were deformed, and it was forty centimetres into the ground.

- Fuck! - Stark exclaimed, seeing that this did not disable the golem robot either. Rather, on the contrary, in the gaps between the segments of spiked armour, it glowed even brighter and began to recover quickly. - Did you charge it?

- We can't win! It's the perfect weapon! And he came for me! Go away, Midgardian. This is not your fight!

- I don't want your sacrifice," Tony thought as he watched the last men flee outside the city, where the Shield men and medics were already waiting. I didn't want to use this thing so soon, and it has yet to be tested... Thor, right?

- Yeah, the man of steel.

- Can you get the destroyer away? A mile or more? - I tossed him an intercom earpiece, pointed at his ear.

The Asgardian was understanding and put it in his ear.

- I don't know how long it is, but I'll try to go as far as possible! - Odinson answered him, grabbed the almost recovered destroyer by the scruff of the neck, and flew away with him on his hammer.

On the other hand, Tony scattered flying balloons with manipulators that shrank the wounded, put them into stasis, and carried them to Stark's house. What to do with them afterwards, he would decide later. After that, he pulled a small rifle and muzzle from a compartment on his belt.

- Finita! - After removing the reduction from the two parts of the gun, which turned out to be a complete cannon almost four metres long, he attached the thick rectangular barrel to the forend of the stock, then unfolded the folding buttstock and extended the telescopic bipods from below.

Stark climbed to the highest spot, which turned out to be a water tower. It was uncomfortable to lie here because of the sloping top, so he had to extend the bipods, sit down and attach himself to the electromagnets inside the suit. The two arc reactors on either side of the magical railgun glowed brightly, feeding power into the supercapacitors and carved runes along the barrel.

- 'Phil,' Tony contacted the Shield agent, 'it's about to get hot. Tell everyone not to look towards the city.

- What's going on over there?

- Everything later," Tony switched off and switched to another channel, "Scandinavian boy, how are you? Alive?

- Alive, man of steel. I hope you have a plan.

- You're just now asking me that? - Stark marvelled at Thor's carelessness in trusting the first man he saw. What if he'd just run away? You said yourself that the destroyer only wants Thor! - Okay, on the count of three, get out of there as fast as possible and close your eyes, Snow White! One, two, three!

Tony saw through the sight, which he didn't even have to look at with his eyes because the image from the telescopic sight, improved by enchantments, was immediately transmitted inside the helmet in the form of holograms. Tornadoes and lightning raged on the battlefield, but it only delayed the golem robot for a fraction of a second. The robot-golem was only a fraction of a second away from being struck by the still-exhausted but definitely not unharmed Odinson, who had suffered many wounds before regaining his strength. Thor heard his words, jumped back from another blow with his arm, and began to fly away from the city at near-sonic speed.

Tony jerked the bolt and inserted a sharp-nosed, adamantium-coated bullet without a cartridge with a skull inscribed with the radiation danger sign. The rifle was loaded, and the sight was set with the help of the satellite navigation system's laser rangefinder and Jarvis's calculations; all that remained was to bring the two crosshairs together and pull the trigger. Which Tony did. With a monstrous pop at hypersonic speed, the bullet flew out of the barrel, glowing the oncoming air so hot that it began to glow in a straight line between the muzzle of the rifle and the automaton's chest.

The rumbling sound of the heated air expanding was not a single rumble but multiple, like a lightning strike. Despite the electromagnetic compensators, the buttstock struck Stark's shoulder. It would have staggered him backwards had it not been for the magnetically attached water tank and the exo-armour reinforcement. Tony's light filter had gone almost completely black. He saw the hit projectile slicing through the destroyer's armour like a hot knife through butter. The bullet's inner material transformed into antimatter at that moment and exploded, absorbing it in a ball of annihilation. After that, there was a bright flash like a nuclear explosion, and in three seconds, Stark was hit by a blast wave that threw the tower tank off its racks, and Tony had to tumble through the air to take off.

- What the fuck was that?! - exclaimed Phil Colson, who was on the line.

- A couple of kilotons of TNT equivalent," Stark snorted, pulling his rifle out of the neighbouring house.

- You've got tactical nukes!

- Radiation's minimal, Chief, found a few milligrams of antimatter in the reactor. I promise I won't do it again.

- Was that really necessary?

- What do you think? Okay, I've got Snow White on the line, bye," Tony contacted Thor, who was swearing in Asgardian and was thrown in the opposite direction by the explosion and smashed against a rock.

- Midgardian, what kind of magic did you use? - Odin's son asked with a kind of fear.

- Come on, every child has one of these," Tony joked.

- I thought I was the strongest defender of your world... I was wrong about many things," Thor said thoughtfully, taking the joke at face value and realising his weakness. - You are a worthy warrior, iron man. But I must return to Asgard and stop my brother. By the way, where are the wounded and Lady Sif?

- My drones took them. I can bring your friends back and heal them if necessary.

- You've already done so much, and Asgard and I will be in debt if you do.

- Don't tell anyone that I can heal," he picked up three orbs, enlarged the Asgardians, and healed them with small healing spells from the ring.

Wounds began to heal before his eyes, and dislocated joints and broken bones crunched back into place.

- I realise that wielding magic can cast a shadow over such a great warrior. What's your name, iron man?

Tony wanted to make a joke, but seeing Thor's serious and sad face, he decided to tell the truth. Especially to be on good terms with this honest-to-the-bone alien would be useful.

- Tony Stark, Howard's son," Tony answered, shaking the strong palm of his hand.

- You will always be a welcome guest in Odin's halls, Tony Howardson," Thor stepped back, stood beside his friends, thanked Stark, and shouted: Heimdall, open the gate!

The rainbow beam that appeared engulfed the four warriors, leaving a melted circle of runes in the sand, which Stark immediately photographed from several sides and angles. Then, until the Shield arrived, he began to heal the stasis people. When Phil arrived with two companies of agents, he saw the unconscious but perfectly intact people stacked up.

- As I see it, our guests are gone. Did they heal the wounded?

- Who else? - Stark shrugged, letting Phil devise a plausible version of what had happened.

- And someone turned off the cameras. And someone shot down the drones," Phil commented.

- Barbarians!

- You know, Mr Stark," Phil said quietly so his lips weren't visible. They've got some people who can read his lips. - I'll forget that you used tactical nuclear weapons because it was for the greater good. And I'll forget about the miraculous healing after the aliens left. But in case the need arises.

- I'll be here for you, Phil. You're a good bloke, not because your service has decided they've got me on the hook. So don't hesitate to reach out," Stark clapped him on the shoulder as he flew home. He had Lady Sif's shrunken body in stasis with him. It was time to try out the resurrection ritual.