As a battle-hardened warrior, Thor could imagine just how brutal the fighting outside was. Every explosion felt like a heavy hammer striking his heart, tormenting him from within.
He sat there casually, tears glimmering in his eyes—a light mixed with regret and helplessness.
The traces of arrogance and conceit that had once marked his face had long been worn away by time. In their place was an unprecedented honesty and vulnerability, like ice beginning to thaw in winter—clear, yet bearing faint, barely visible cracks.
Thor's voice trembled.
"Father, it was my utterly foolish arrogance and ignorance that deeply wounded your loving heart. Now, because of me, innocent lives are burning away like candles in the wind before an invincible enemy. My comrades, the brothers who fought at my side, my friends, even... those dearest to my heart, the people I love—all of them have fallen into an abyss of eternal ruin because of me."
Speaking of this, Thor's voice was nearly choked with sobs. He swallowed with difficulty, his chest rising and falling as though the unwillingness and regret deep within him were tangled together.
He took a deep breath and continued, "Therefore, I beg you, grant me your power. Let me end this endless disaster with my own hands. I swear to you that I will use this power with the utmost devotion, caution, and wisdom. I will no longer let arrogance and impulse blind my eyes, and I will not give the same mistakes even the slightest chance to repeat themselves. I will remember a warrior's patience and wisdom, and let them become the guiding light on my path forward."
Every word Thor spoke was sincere and resolute, yet Mjolnir remained silent. Like a stern father, it silently judged his son's past mistakes, every second of silence an