Thor turned his head and saw a hundred-meter-tall building erupt in flames.
Boom!
Amid the violent explosion, the aboveground section of Asgard's treasury collapsed with a thunderous crash.
And amid the ruins—
Surtur rose from his curled-up, infant-like state.
He stood at least three hundred meters tall.
In his hand was a sword equally hundreds of meters long.
This was the true form of Surtur's weapon, the Twilight Sword.
The Twilight Sword was also known as the Destruction Sword, the Doomsday Sword, and the Flame Sword. Forged from an unknown metal from the universe, it possessed formidable magic. It could control mysterious energy, break through dimensional barriers, contend against Odin Force, and weaken the abilities of Asgardians.
In that sense, it seemed to exist solely for the destruction of Asgard.
Yet the Twilight Sword had been born before Asgard itself.
It seemed that fate had long been decided in the shadows.
Surtur, now over three hundred meters tall, swept the Twilight Sword through the air, instantly turning a vast surrounding area into a sea of fire.
Asgard immediately descended into chaos.
"Damn it!"
Thor glared fiercely at Loki. "Run all you want. Even if you flee to the end of the universe, I'll catch you and lock you away forever in a pitch-black cell."
Gripping Mjolnir, lightning crackling all over his body, Thor flew toward Surtur.
He intended to use the same trick again and knock off the Flame Crown with a single hammer blow.
Clang!
With a loud crash—
Thor was thrown back by an immense force, sent tumbling through the air dozens of times.
He seemed to see a faintly mocking expression on Surtur's face.
"Son of Odin, are you scratching an itch for me?"
Thor was not discouraged.
If one strike did not work, then two. If