The Judgment of Thor

A deafening roar of thunder echoed in the sky, silencing the crowd for a moment. The blinding light that had descended onto the battlefield slowly dissipated, revealing the imposing figure of Thor, descending from Yggdrasil. Tall, muscular, and with a face that left no room for emotion, his arrival was as imposing as one would expect of a god of his stature. His eyes shone with infinite severity, and in his hand, Mjolnir, the legendary hammer, emitted small sparks of electricity.

"What in the world is happening here?" Thor growled, his deep voice rumbling like thunder itself.

The battlefield fell silent. Everyone, even Athena, Aphrodite, and Hera, lowered their weapons momentarily at the arrival of one of the most powerful among the gods.

"This is Asgard, and I will not tolerate foreigners dirtying this place with their fights," Thor declared, eyeing everyone present with disdain.