A God So Weak

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Loki came crashing down like a raging storm.

This Loki hit the ground a little lighter—bang, leaving a deep pit.

That Loki hit the ground harder—bang!—leaving an even bigger pit.

The ground all around Hulk had been smashed into Loki-shaped craters.

One crater connected to another.

They formed a circular trench around Hulk, with a radius roughly equal to Loki's height.

Bang!

Hulk delivered the final slam and let go.

He glanced down at Loki, gave a dismissive snort through his nose, and spat contemptuously.

"God so weak."

After saying that, Hulk turned toward the surrounding spectators and thumped his chest several times.

He roared, "Hulk!!"

And beside him—

At the bottom of the crater lay Loki, one hand resting on his chest, the other flopped above his head, his eyes utterly vacant.

Loki's eyes were so hollow now.

All their light was gone.

All signs of life were gone.

Yet he looked strangely peaceful.

Like someone who had just died.

At that moment, even if a priest dressed in black and wearing a cross walked up—

Made the sign of the cross over his chest, said, "Amen, may he rest in peace," and sprinkled a handful of dirt over Loki, it would not have felt out of place at all.

If anything did feel out of place—

It would be the priest shouting, "By Odin's grace, may Loki enter Valhalla," which might have been more fitting.

The arena was completely silent.

Everyone had been stunned by Hulk's wild, brutal smashing.

The first to recover were the Earthlings.

Especially the trio of mages.

They had already seen Hulk smash people around in the Harry Potter world.

Tony was the first to react.

The wealthy tycoon from the United States' West Coast, wearing tinted glasses and a tan