Enhanced Stormbreaker

Thor's fists clenched tight.

Chu Hang's words were like a needle driven into his pride.

He was the Son of Odin, the future king of Asgard.

Yet now he couldn't even protect his own home. This man had remade Asgard with a wave of his hand, crushed Surtur's crown, and turned Thor's arrogant sister into a Watchdog.

The gulf between them left him feeling powerless.

Chu Hang acted as if he couldn't see Thor's flushed face. "A king needs a weapon worthy of him. Mjolnir is broken, so get another one. A stronger one."

Thor finally forced out a few words, his voice hoarse. "Mjolnir... was one of a kind! It was forged in the heart of a dying star!"

"So?" Chu Hang asked, as casually as if he were asking about the weather. "Find another star. The dwarves of Nidavellir can't all be dead."

Nidavellir.

The name caught in Thor's throat. It was the legendary realm of the dwarves, home to the finest craftsmen in the Nine Realms.

His hammer and Odin's Gungnir had both come from its forges.

He objected on instinct, but there was little conviction left in his voice. "They won't forge weapons for outsiders."

Chu Hang gave him a look, as though Thor had never seen the wider world.

Before Thor could react, Chu Hang laid a hand on his shoulder.

An irresistible force pinned Thor in place. He couldn't even muster the thought of struggling.

"Come on. Don't waste time."

Chu Hang swept a hand through the air before them.

There was no flash of light, no rune. Space tore open like cloth, revealing a pitch-black rift.

Beyond it lay the cold, empty stars and a vast ring-shaped metal world gone dark.

Chu Hang stepped through.

Thor gritted his teeth and followed.

He knew