Hulk did not know what Chang Wei wanted from him.
"Enough, Hulk."
Chang Wei spoke to Hulk.
"This is no longer our business."
Chang Wei had no interest in stepping in to fight Destroyer.
Even if he won, it would mean nothing. He might as well wait for Thor to smash Destroyer Armor apart, then take it for himself and turn it into magical armor.
Destroyer Armor did not want to meddle any further either. It ignored Hulk and Chang Wei outright and strode toward the base.
That was because Loki could no longer spare attention for Destroyer Armor. He had ordered it to kill Thor and the Asgardians, then he would arrange for the Frost Giants to invade and play out his act of loyally protecting his father.
That gave Odin an opening.
The moment Thor truly began to lose heart, it was as though the light of the entire world dimmed by several degrees. That was after he had exhausted every ounce of strength and still failed to lift Mjolnir.
In that instant, his eyes flashed with unprecedented confusion and self-doubt.
Mjolnir, the divine artifact that symbolized his identity and power, now seemed like a mirror reflecting the unease and wavering buried deep within him.
He began to question whether he, whom even this hammer no longer acknowledged, had truly lost the right to wield the power of the God of Thunder.
That self-doubt gnawed at his heart like frost, forcing him onto a journey of profound reflection.
Odin, the wise and deep-minded All-Father, had gone to great lengths to guide his stubborn yet simple-hearted son out of The Mist. He had even resorted to the extreme measure of "playing dead" to shake Thor.
Beneath Asgard's skies, Loki's schemes churned like dark undercurrents, nearly pushing this Divine Realm