Back in the small town of New Mexico, the aftermath of the battle had already faded. Flames rose from the streets, thick black smoke billowed from homes and buildings. The strongest armor of the divine realm possessed immense destructive power, and under Loki's remote control, it had fired scorching beams without restraint, unleashing devastating force.
The town lay in ruins. Jane stood blankly amid the wreckage, staring at the metal war hammer in her hand, still unable to recover from her shock. Thor and the four Asgardians beside her were even more dumbfounded. Others might not understand what it meant to lift Mjolnir, but they deeply understood its significance.
"A female Midgardian actually lifted Mjolnir and defeated the powerful armor forged by Odin!"
Fandral shouted in disbelief. He had previously looked down on the backward humans of this world, but what had just happened felt like a hard slap across his face.
Thor had lost all spirit. Mjolnir had always been the symbol of the thunder god's valor and renown. His father had even said that whoever could lift this hammer would be qualified to rule Asgard. One could imagine how profound its meaning was to the Son of Odin and to Asgard itself.
"She... Father, have you abandoned me?"
Thor muttered, gazing at Jane standing quietly amid the ruins. Tiny arcs of electricity coiled around her body, making her look like a stern and inviolable Valkyrie.
Before anyone could figure out what was happening, a dazzling golden light shot before Thor. Like lifting a chick, it seized the tall Asgardian Prince. At the same time, the Mjolnir in Jane's hand vanished. Sentinel Armor held the hammer in one hand and the Son of Odin in the other, turning into a streak of light as it departed.
"Thor!"
His companions