Asgard, Bifrost.
A low hum sounded.
An azure portal instantly transported several massive figures above the Bifrost, where multicolored light continued to flow.
"Jane, this is Asgard."
"To be honest, every time I return, I feel that Asgard truly deserves to be the homeland of Thor, the God of Thunder. Whether it is the air here or the ancient aura emanating from everything around us, it all puts me more at ease..."
Carefully holding Jane Foster in his thick arms, Thor sighed to her.
Before the still-weak Jane, who had only just begun to regain her senses, could ask him anything,
AI Stark, standing not far away, could not help pointing ahead as he complained:
"Say, Brother Thor, when did you Asgardians become so uninhibited? I never heard of any such custom before. Why do I see a group of Asgardian warriors eating something raw... Oh, damn it, they're eating people!"
In an instant, AI Stark's horrifying words made Thor's eyes widen, while Rorschach, who had been gazing toward the Asgardian Palace, also turned to look!
At the center of the Bifrost's long bridge,
a large group of Asgardian warriors in battered golden armor were squatting on the ground and feasting ravenously.
And what they had gathered around was unmistakably the mangled corpse of an Asgardian civilian!
"We Asgardians may be warlike, but we are not savages who eat raw flesh and drink blood... Brothers, something must have happened at the Asgardian Palace. That must also be why Heimdall abandoned his post!"
Thor's expression gradually turned grim as he exchanged a look with Jane Foster in his arms.
With perfect understanding, she slowly slipped from his powerful embrace and stood to one side.
One of Thor's hands swiftly clenched around Mjolnir.
As peals of muffled thunder echoed through the surroundings,