Stormbreaker's completed form

Chu Hang withdrew his invisible law of soul, and the three executioners crumpled silently to the floor like puppets with their strings cut. They still drew breath, but their consciousnesses were sealed inside an eternal prison, leaving them as three living statues.

Time in the conference room returned to its normal flow.

A shrill alarm blared from Rhodey's War Machine armor. He staggered half a step before regaining his balance. Sam sucked in a breath, nearly dropping the Vibranium Shield in his hand. Wanda dismissed the Chaos Magic shielding her and hurried to Chu Hang's side, her eyes filled with concern.

"What did you see?"

"A set of coordinates. A name." Chu Hang's gaze passed over the others and settled on Nathaniel, who lay on the floor. The dark purple glow around the boy had faded, leaving him deathly pale and utterly drained.

He looked away, his voice growing graver. "And one fact—the Council of Kangs is harder to deal with than I imagined. They aren't just conquerors. They're more like gardeners pruning reality, and we're the weeds on their list."

"What do you mean?" Rhodey pressed, unease creeping into his voice behind his faceplate.

Chu Hang did not answer directly. He raised a hand and lightly sliced through the air in the center of the conference room, tearing open a stable spatial rift. Beyond it lay Norway's magnificent coastline and a city brimming with renewed life.

New Asgard.

Chu Hang did not go through himself. He merely reached into the rift, extending the law of space like invisible tendrils.

At that moment, Thor stood at the railing of the palace terrace in New Asgard, gazing into the distance. He was no longer the dejected, overweight man he had been during the final battle. Time had healed some of his