The Divine Prison

Thor wouldn't let it go. "Listen to what you said to Loki today! I think you're even more of a lapdog than Fenrir."

Tyr finally roared and brought his blade down with all his strength. "Enough!"

Golden divine blood dripped onto the beach. At the last moment, Tyr had swung his blade into his own thigh!

"I came here tonight to fight alongside you!" Tyr roughly wiped his injured thigh, pulled a hammer from thin air, and hurled it toward Thor!

"Mjolnir?" Thor cried in delight!

He had once tried to sneak into the Golden Palace to take it, but his eagerness to rescue someone had gotten in the way. He never expected Tyr to be so thoughtful as to steal it for him!

Mjolnir spun through the air and flew into Thor's hand. In an instant, thunder and lightning filled the skies over Asgard!

Thor had finally reclaimed the hammer he had dreamed of and returned to his strongest fighting form!

After all the battles along the way, Thor had had enough of fighting without Mjolnir. He could still summon lightning, but the bolts he called down always seemed feeble, lacking the thrill and majesty of wielding this trusty weapon!

Not to mention, Mjolnir was a weapon meant to be thrown! Without it, Thor had lost all the glory of fighting at a distance!

With Mjolnir in hand, Thor was unquestionably Asgard's greatest warrior!

Tyr smiled faintly. "I figured that since I was going to betray Asgard anyway, I might as well go all the way. I stole your weapon from the Golden Palace so we could fight together, brother! We'll purge the darkness that's ensnared the divine realm and kill that traitor, Loki!"

Thor hesitated, but in the end he nodded firmly. "I'm done wavering, too. Loki is