"Thor of Asgard, you will sleep here forever."
Ares grabbed Thor by the hair with one hand, pulled the divine sword from his abdomen, and aimed it at his heart, ready to end his life with a single strike.
Suddenly, he turned to look beside him, fixing his gaze on Allen, who was shrouded in shadows.
"Brother-in-law, you can see me?"
Allen held the Sword of Vulcan in one hand and Mjolnir in the other, having turned invisible in preparation for a sneak attack.
Yet the invisibility that had never failed him before had now stopped working.
"A cheap trick. The eyes of a god can see through the void."
Ares raised his hand and slashed at him.
A terrifying radiance of divine power burst forth, like a missile exploding against Allen's chest.
Boom!
His whole body instantly became a straight streak as he crashed into the distant ruins.
"Once I deal with this annoying ant, it will be your turn to die."
Ares cast him a merciless look. Thor clutched the wound in his abdomen, his eyes filled with despair.
He was Asgard's Thor, the god who fought its wars abroad, his status equivalent to Olympus's God of War. Other gods often compared the two of them, leaving each of them disdainful of the other.
Yet now, having suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of someone he had looked down on, humiliation surged through him.
The only way he could think of to survive was to call out for his father's help.
But if he did that, he would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.
Zeus might even spread the matter far and wide in the Council of Gods, tarnishing Asgard's reputation. Once Thor returned to the heavenly palace