"Who is he? Does such a being even exist in Asgard?"
In the dimly lit corner, Gorr the God Butcher's expression was tense, his grip tightening on the Necrosword. Those eyes—there was something unnatural about them.
His instincts screamed at him to turn and leave, to escape whatever presence loomed behind him, but hesitation clawed at his thoughts. Something was wrong.
And then—
A hand settled on his shoulder. A deep, steady voice whispered near his ear.
"Are you looking for me?"
A violent shudder racked through Gorr's entire frame. His muscles tensed, his breath caught in his throat, and for the first time in centuries, he felt it—true, unshakable dread.
The man he had just been watching had vanished from the square without a trace.
And now, he was here.
The realization hit like a thunderclap.
"Hateful!" Gorr snarled, his mind in disarray.
With a guttural roar, his body exploded into motion. The Necrosword cleaved through the air, a slash so precise and powerful that space itself seemed to recoil. The raw energy of the strike sent shockwaves through the atmosphere, as if threatening to sever reality itself.
But his blade did not find its mark.
A golden glow intercepted the strike, dispersing the killing intent into a radiant shield of pure power. The sword of Vishanti had materialized in Finn's hand, its luminous energy casting stark shadows across the battlefield. The divine glow of the weapon clashed violently against the abyssal darkness of the Necrosword, shaking the very ground beneath them.
A cyclone of force erupted, sending ripples through space, distorting the air between them.
Gorr's narrowed eyes reflected the golden brilliance. His expression darkened.
"Kamar-Taj," he muttered. "You're one of their sorcerers?"
Finn didn't answer. Words were meaningless now.
With the fluid grace of a predator, he surged forward, his body sheathed in mystical energy. The sword of Vishanti gleamed with celestial fire as he struck, his blade carving a path of searing light toward Gorr.
Gorr reacted instantly. The Necrosword moved in tandem with his will, the cursed blade singing as it met the divine weapon in a ferocious clash. Sparks of black and gold scattered in all directions, illuminating the battlefield with chaotic beauty.
Each strike sent tremors through the land, trees uprooting, stones shattering. The fabric of reality bent and shivered under the weight of their battle.
A bestial snarl ripped from Gorr's throat.
"Why are you interfering?" he spat. "This war is not yours!"
Finn's eyes burned with an unsettling calm. "It is now."
The words were a promise, an inevitability.
Without hesitation, Finn swung his blade once more, the force of his strike sending an arc of divine energy through the air. Gorr barely evaded, the energy cleaving the land behind him in half, carving a deep gorge into the earth.
Gorr's anger flared.
"You're strong," he admitted, his voice tinged with something between admiration and loathing. "But do not mistake yourself for a god."
Finn smirked. "And you're mistaking me for someone who cares."
Gorr lunged.
The Necrosword extended, its tendrils of darkness spiraling outward, forming wicked, serrated blades in midair. They launched forward, seeking flesh, seeking to corrupt.
But Finn moved like the wind, his form flickering out of sight.
A fraction of a second later—
WHOOSH.
Finn was upon him.
His blade came down in an unrelenting arc. The sheer force of the attack sent a sonic boom ripping through the battlefield. The Necrosword intercepted, the impact sending Gorr skidding backward, his feet carving trenches in the shattered ground.
Gorr clenched his jaw.
This was different.
He had fought gods, slaughtered them by the thousands. But this man—he was something else.
With a feral growl, Gorr unleashed a barrage of attacks, his blade moving faster than the eye could track. Each strike bore the weight of his hatred, the culmination of centuries of vengeance.
Finn met every single one with precision.
Blades clashed in a dazzling display of power, golden energy entwining with abyssal darkness, celestial and void colliding with every movement.
And then, Finn countered.
The sword of Vishanti slashed through the air, severing the corrupt tendrils seeking to consume him. The next strike landed clean—a blinding arc of light slicing through the darkness, sending Gorr hurtling backward.
He crashed into the ruins of a temple, debris cascading around him.
Gorr staggered to his feet, chest heaving.
"Damn it!" he snarled, blood trickling from his mouth. His grip on the Necrosword tightened. "Why... why are you interfering? This is my mission! My vengeance!"
Finn's eyes remained cold.
"You think you're the only one with a cause?"
Gorr lunged again, but this time, there was something desperate about his movements. His strikes were wild, erratic—fueled by fury rather than strategy.
Finn's every move was calculated.
He sidestepped, evaded, countered with merciless efficiency. The longer the fight went on, the clearer it became.
Gorr was losing.
And he knew it.
With one final clash, the sword of Vishanti met the Necrosword in a cataclysmic impact. The resulting shockwave sent both warriors hurtling apart.
Gorr slammed into the ground, his body bruised, his breath ragged. The Necrosword trembled in his grasp.
Finn stood firm, not a single trace of exhaustion marring his features. He exhaled slowly, leveling his blade at the fallen God Butcher.
"This ends here."
Gorr, defiant to the last, let out a guttural chuckle. Blood dripped from his lips, yet his eyes gleamed with defiance.
"You... think you've won?"
Finn tilted his head. "Haven't I?"
Gorr sneered, shifting slightly. "I have killed gods far greater than you, mortal."
Finn took a step forward, gaze unwavering. "And yet, here you are. Bleeding. Losing."
A dangerous silence stretched between them.
Then—
Gorr lunged.
Finn didn't move.
He was uprooted by the terrible force of the shockwave and hurled skyward!
Soon, the ground beneath them was laid bare, a massive portion of the land exposed. Chunks of soil, enormous in scale, were launched into the sky, blocking out the sun!
BOOM!!
Suddenly, shockwaves of unimaginable force erupted from the point of collision, spreading in all directions. The sheer impact unearthed massive rock formations, launching them skyward and shrouding most of the sky in their shadow.
It was a terrifying sight.
The residual force of their clash did not subside—it continued to radiate outward in devastating waves. The ground trembled violently, the earth itself seemingly coming apart. Trees, uprooted by the force, were flung across the battlefield, their splintered remains vanishing into the chaos.
The heavens and earth roared in unison. Everything shook as if reality itself was on the verge of breaking apart.
It was a scene of utter destruction.
Yet, Finn's gaze remained locked on Gorr, unwavering, his eyes burning with determination.
To him, Gorr's resistance was nothing more than futile desperation.
"You should abandon this pointless struggle," Finn said coldly, raising the Sword of Vishanti. His expression was impassive, his focus unbroken.
"Boy, you'd do well to step aside. I've slaughtered gods before—I won't hesitate to add you to that count," Gorr spat, his darkened features twisted with bloodlust. Though his body bore deep wounds, his resolve did not falter.
He had one goal, and nothing—not this warrior nor any other force—would keep him from it.
"Arrogant bastard."
With that, Finn swung the golden Sword of Vishanti.
WHOOSH!!
The entire world trembled at that moment!
BOOM!!
The clash between their blades sent shockwaves cascading outward, shaking the heavens and the earth alike. From their battle high in the sky, the force of their strikes split the ground below. Massive cracks spread out like veins of destruction, cutting deep into the land. Jagged rock formations erupted from the soil, tearing into the sky like the spires of a ruined world.
It was as if a cataclysmic earthquake had struck with apocalyptic force.
Everything that had already been shattered collapsed further, reduced to dust and debris that swirled in the raging wind, scattering in all directions like remnants of a forgotten age.
Gorr, wielding the All-Black, the Necrosword, swung his blade with relentless fury. Dark energy surged from it, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield. His rage burned in his eyes, a molten red hue filled with unrelenting hatred.
The temperature around them skyrocketed. The once-frigid air of the battlefield grew scorching hot, as if the very atmosphere was reacting to their clash.
"You can't stop me!" Gorr roared.
The Necrosword pulsed, its black energy swelling with eldritch power, distorting the air around them. A violent, otherworldly aura enveloped the sky, threatening to consume everything in its path.
WHOOSH!!
A blade of pure darkness, like a scythe wielded by death itself, descended upon Finn. The ground beneath them collapsed instantly under the sheer force of the attack.
"Gorr, why persist in this madness?" Finn's voice remained calm, his gaze sharp.
The Sword of Vishanti gleamed, its radiant golden light splitting through the encroaching shadows. With a single slash, he countered, unleashing a devastating shockwave of divine energy.
BANG!!
Their opposing forces clashed once more. The collision was like the impact of celestial bodies—space itself seemed to tremble. Blinding white light surged across the battlefield, shrouding everything in an eerie silence.
And then, as the light faded, a suffocating gray pall settled over the ruins of Asgard.
The land bore deep scars from their battle. The very foundations of the realm had been torn asunder. Buildings and homes, once standing tall, now lay in ruins. The bodies of fallen warriors littered the square, the air thick with the stench of blood and ash.
CLANG! CLANG!
Finn and Gorr collided again, their weapons striking like hammer against anvil. Each clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield, filling the air with streaks of golden and black energy—light and darkness locked in an unrelenting struggle.
"You can't win!" Gorr bellowed, his voice twisted with fury. His red eyes burned like a demon's, his face contorted in sheer rage.
His mission was absolute. He had to reach his target.
Odin…
But this warrior—this mortal—stood in his way, and it enraged him beyond reason.
"You've already lost yourself to your vengeance," Finn remarked, his voice unreadable.
To him, Gorr was nothing more than a wild beast, consumed by rage and blinded by his own hatred.
And that made him weak.
"Enough of your nonsense!" Gorr howled.
He slammed his foot into the ground, shattering it beneath him, and launched himself forward, slashing down with all the power the Necrosword could muster.
Finn barely reacted.
Raising the Sword of Vishanti, its holy light flared brilliantly, filling the sky with a divine radiance.
With a single, decisive strike—
WHOOSH!!
Gorr was sent flying backward like a broken marionette, his body twisting through the air.
At the same moment, searing pain erupted across his chest. His flesh burned from the divine energy, and an agonized scream tore from his throat.
"AHHHH!!"
He crashed into the ruins of the square, the impact shaking the very foundations of what remained of Asgard. Dust and debris exploded outward, forming a thick, suffocating cloud that swallowed the battlefield.
BANG! BANG!
Finn moved faster than the eye could follow, his form flickering through the air like a phantom. In the next instant, he appeared above Gorr, his foot slamming down and sending him crashing even deeper into the ground, forming a massive crater.
The earth trembled, cracks spiraling outward like the shattered remains of a once-pristine mirror.
"Hrrgh…" Gorr groaned, blood dribbling from his lips. He struggled to rise, clutching his sword as he glared at Finn.
But before he could make another move—
The sky darkened.
Thunder rumbled. Lightning crackled through the clouds, illuminating the battlefield with flashes of electric blue.
BOOM!!
A powerful presence descended from above. The very fabric of reality trembled as a figure emerged, bathed in raw lightning, a looming battle axe gripped in his hands.
Space itself seemed to warp around him as ripples spread outward.
Gorr's expression darkened. He knew immediately who it was.
"Damn it he is here too…"
Realizing he was at a disadvantage, Gorr made a split-second decision. With a sweep of his hand, a vortex of black mist erupted around him, engulfing him like a swirling abyss.
He was retreating.
"You think you can escape?" Finn's voice was cold.
He raised the Sword of Vishanti, unleashing a golden arc of light that streaked toward Gorr.
But in the final moment, just before impact, Gorr's form disappeared into the void.
The golden blade struck only empty air.
BANG!!
The ground beneath them split apart from the sheer force of Finn's attack, sending debris flying in all directions.
"Tch… He got away," Finn muttered, dismissing his sword. He landed softly among the ruins.
The battle had ended.
But not without cost.
The shadow creatures that had plagued the battlefield lay in pieces, their grotesque remains littering the square. The air reeked of death and decay.
"What do we do now?" Jane Foster asked, stepping forward. "He's still out there. He'll return."
"That's for the future," Wanda said solemnly, surveying the carnage. "For now, we tend to the wounded."
exhaled deeply. "It doesn't matter. I already know where he's going."
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