On the plains of Asgard, Death Goddess Hela's Sea of Death Swords surged endlessly toward Thor's Thunder Mountain.
"My foolish brother, my power is one with Asgard. As long as Asgard stands, my power will never run dry. Let's see how long you can hold out," Hela said.
"It looks like it's time to show you my true power," Thor said.
With that, he roared. Lightning coiled around his body, blue flames erupted, and his black hair turned golden as his power skyrocketed.
He pressed his palms together, condensed a ball of lightning, raised it above his head, then charged at Hela faster than she could react.
He pierced through Thunder Mountain, and the Sea of Death Swords could not slow him in the slightest.
Seeing this, Hela spread her hands and thrust the two swords of death in them straight at Thor.
Thor did not dodge. After a flash of lightning and sparks, the two stood with their backs to each other.
Hela turned around and asked, "What kind of divine ability was that?"
Thor looked back over his shoulder. "I'm the God of Thunder, so this move is called Crush the Darkness with Thunder."
"Don't think you've killed me. I'll be back," Hela said.
With that, Hela shattered piece by piece and turned to ash.
Thor remained expressionless, as though he had merely crushed an ant.
He rose and left the plains, flying toward the Palace. Along the way, he happened to run into Star-Lord and his companions.
"Were you here to help me?" Thor asked.
"Uh, yes, yes, we were. But it looks like you don't need us anymore," Star-Lord said.
"Of course. When the God of Thunder takes the field, nothing can stand in his way," Thor said.
"Would it kill you not to brag?" Rocket