The Asgardian Prince's all-out thunderous strike did not shatter the unmoving golden figure. The Sentinel Armor, radiating powerful energy, suddenly dimmed. The power source in its chest automatically disintegrated, and the new nanomaterial suit drew upon its last trace of energy before exploding from within.
Violent energy collided with blazing white currents, unleashing devastating force. Amid the thunderous roar, rolling shockwaves swept up clouds of sand and dust, leaving Thor, who had sworn to wash away his past humiliation, covered in grime.
"Gone?" He stood there blankly until a massive pillar of light descended from the heavens and carried the exiled Asgardian Prince back to Asgard.
At the same time, the Warriors Three and the female warrior Sif, who had remained in the town, were also taken away through the Bifrost's transport passage. In the royal palace far away in Asgard, Odin looked at Loki, who was kneeling on the floor, with faint regret in his heart. He had always regarded Thor as the kingdom's future heir, yet he had given his adopted son too many unrealistic hopes. Once the seeds of ambition took root in one's heart, the desire for power became difficult to restrain.
"You and Thor were both born to be kings, but Asgard can only have one ruler." Odin looked sincerely at Loki, whose head hung low. "You are descended from the Frost Giants, Laufey's son. At first, I hoped to use you to reach an agreement of lasting peace with Jotunheim..."
"Enough! You kindled a flame of hope in me, only to cruelly snuff it out with your own hands! From beginning to end, you never intended to give me a chance. Thor is the king in your heart!"
Loki raised his head, his handsome face flushed red. Proud as he was, he could not