Ultron's defeat

Thor stopped breathing. His Adam's apple bobbed, but no sound came out.

He understood better than anyone on Earth what lifting Mjolnir truly meant.

It was not strength. It was worthiness.

A noble, pure heart, always willing to sacrifice itself to protect the Nine Realms.

This was Odin's magic, the foundation of Asgard.

"Traitor!"

Ultron's hysterical roar shattered the suffocating silence.

His jet-black vibranium body blurred into an afterimage, crossing ten meters in an instant as he charged at Vision.

Five razor-sharp claws lunged straight for Vision's head, threatening to tear through anything in their path.

He would crush the Mind Stone that should have belonged to him with his own hands and reclaim this perfect body!

Vision did not retreat. Instead, he moved to meet him.

Just as Ultron's claws were about to touch his face, his body suddenly turned intangible, like a bodiless projection made of light.

The claws passed straight through him without resistance, grasping nothing.

His all-out strike hit empty air, and the complete absence of resistance caused even Ultron's program core to falter for an instant.

That instant was all it took.

Vision's body became solid again.

Mjolnir swept upward in his hand in a plain, unadorned arc, slamming squarely into Ultron's chin.

Bang!

The dull, thunderous impact was enough to make hearts skip a beat.

Ultron's supposedly indestructible vibranium head snapped backward. His massive body lost its balance for the first time, staggering several steps back uncontrollably and stamping alarming craters into the hard alloy floor.

Before he could regain his footing, the Mind Stone on Vision's forehead blazed with light.

A beam of pure golden energy shot out with unerring precision, like a spear of divine judgment, striking Ultron directly in the chest.

Bzzzt—

Ultron let out a roar of pain.

His vibranium