Separation Judgment, the Sorrow of a Severed Arm!

"He needs that axe! Where's the handle?!" Eitri, the Dwarf King, shouted anxiously.

"Wake up! Thor! I think he's dying!" Rocket Raccoon slapped Thor hard across the face several times, but Thor showed no reaction at all.

"Give me the handle! Only Stormbreaker can save him!" Eitri explained as he frantically smashed Stormbreaker's mold with his steel prosthetic arm!

With a clang, the red-hot axe, nearly fully solidified, was revealed. Its blade and hammerhead were separate pieces, and only a special handle could connect them and complete it.

"Where's the handle? Tree man, hurry and help me find the handle!"

"Groot..."

Groot, who had been squatting alone in a corner playing games with a controller, immediately set it down and rose to his feet when he heard Eitri's call. His gaze turned resolute as he said:

"I am Groot!"

Groot looked at the two red-hot pieces of Stormbreaker on the ground. He strode over with an exceptionally solemn and steady bearing, then bent down and extended his left hand toward them.

Even in midair, Groot's left arm began growing rapidly, branches extending from his fingers with incomparable vitality.

The instant the branches formed from Groot's arm touched the red-hot axe components, they erupted with a sizzling crackle!

Groot bared his teeth in pain, but he did not let go. Instead, he clenched the branches formed from his arm even tighter.

As a member of the Flora colossus race, fearing flames and high temperatures was Groot's nature and instinct. Yet his unyielding will to save his companions was a hymn to courage.

"Groot!"

Enduring the agonizing pain of the scorching heat, Groot forcefully controlled the branches extending from his left arm and slammed the two pieces of Stormbreaker together!

His left arm transformed further, taking the shape of an axe handle.