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Divine Justice

Thor gasped heavily, wiping blood from his eyelids as he faced Harrokin.

Harrokin's expression darkened. He snorted, tapping his fingers on the Warlock's Eye between his brows. The green eye squirmed and expanded, dominating his forehead like a sinister mark.

Thor took a deep breath, hurling Mjölnir forward. The warhammer soared with thunderous roars, aimed straight at Harrokin.

Unfazed, Harrokin's Warlock's Eye emitted a beam of light, vastly stronger than before, meeting Mjölnir head-on.

**BOOM!**

Thunderous light clashed, but Mjölnir faltered, forced to return to Thor's grasp.

Simultaneously, the beam struck Thor, slamming him backward with tremendous force.

An ordinary being would have vanished under such an onslaught. Thor, bolstered by divine power and resilient armor, endured, though his chest armor shattered, revealing bloodied skin.

Struggling to rise, Thor winced at his abdominal wound, pain etched on his face.

"This is the ancient Warlock's power!" Harrokin's third eye glowed faintly, its gaze piercing. "None in Asgard today can withstand it!"

"Odin sleeps, Cul sealed in Midgard, the War God aged, the Huntress fallen, Light's God perished, Death's Goddess absent, and Sun's God vanished... Who remains to challenge me in Asgard?"

Harrokin chuckled, disdain etched on his face. "Odin, the architect of this chaos, was a woeful king of Asgard. And you, Thor, are a fool without the throne."

Enraged, Thor charged, gripping Mjölnir despite his wounds.

This time, Harrokin caught him by the throat with a single move, slamming Thor to the ground.

His battle-axe loomed over Thor. "Let's see if you escape this as you did before."

Thor strained to halt the axe's descent. Though he stalled its approach, his situation deteriorated. He could only stave off the blade, barely.

Thor panted, anger and fear flashing in his eyes, but he found no surge of power this time. His eye seemed destined for the axe's edge.

"It ends now, Thor!" Harrokin laughed.

Suddenly, Harrokin's Warlock's Eye trembled violently, as if sensing imminent danger. The air heated faintly, a fiery projectile hurtling from the sky toward him.

Harrokin released Thor, pivoting to meet the incoming threat with his battle-axe.

From the heavens, a colossal warhammer, ablaze with flames, struck like a meteor. Flames trailed its path as it descended.

**BOOM!**

The warhammer collided with Harrokin's axe, a deafening roar echoing. A storm of flames engulfed them both.

"Ah—" Harrokin staggered back, scorched by the flames that singed his exposed skin.

Following the hammer's strike, flames condensed into a figure—a blond youth. It was Forseti, the Sun God, returned.

"The Sun God!"

"And... Princess Hela! She returns!" Asgardians, embroiled in battle, looked up in astonishment.

The Sulfuron warhammer melded into Rowe's right arm, ablaze with fiery hues. Without hesitation, he wielded the Demon Slayer Sword, advancing on the grounded Harrokin.

Understanding the peril posed by the "Sulfuron Arm," Rowe knew the warhammer could integrate with his arm for about a minute. Beyond that, assimilation threatened both.

In this brief window, Rowe aimed for swift resolution.

Harrokin rose, smoke still curling from his form. Rowe seized the moment, his molten arm swinging the sword.

"Judgment!"

**BOOM!** Harrokin raised his axe to block, but Rowe's arm, fueled by Sulfuron's might, sent him airborne. Harrokin's shattered axe blade followed.

Hela joined the fray.

Spotting Harrokin against the wall, she gestured. Metal coalesced from thin air, enveloping Harrokin in a cage, immobilizing him.

"Hela! Forseti!" Harrokin seethed, but saw no opportunity to await his demise. His Warlock's Eye wriggled, a faint, dangerous light brewing.

Rowe activated the Holy Light Shield. Instantly, a green beam erupted from Harrokin's eye, striking the shield.

**BOOM!**

The beam's power surpassed expectations, cracking and swiftly shattering the shield, forcing Forseti to erect a new one.

Yet before the shield materialized, Loki—pretending to be down—leapt up, brandishing his dagger, striking true into Harrokin's heart. The Warlock's Eye flickered out instantly.

"You..." Harrokin stared in disbelief.

Loki smirked. "Rest well, for Valhalla spurns you."

He retrieved the Warlock's Eye, swiftly ending Harrokin's life with precise stabs.

Releasing Harrokin, Loki glanced around cautiously, mindful of the political fallout. Harrokin, a prince, had fallen, and news of this would ripple across realms. Yet Loki found solace in his actions.

"Why kill him?" Hogan questioned.

Loki turned, smiling faintly. "Was it not warranted?"

Hogan, nursing his wounds, pointed sternly. "We could have taken him alive for questioning, yet you chose death!"

"It ensures safety," Loki argued. "The Warlock's Eye remains dangerous, does it not?"

Hogan frowned, about to reply, when Forseti interjected, "Let me see."

Loki hesitated.

Forseti approached Harrokin, confirming, "He yet breathes."