The massive warship docked at the port. Sean stepped out of the hatch and descended onto the enormous star ring, where the dwarves with their miraculous forging skills lived.
With a neutron star at its core, Nidavellir had poured all the strength of the dwarven race, along with Asgard's vast resources, into building the gigantic outer rings. Layer upon layer, they nested together to form a grand creation of immense scale and incredible precision.
Sean entered the interior of the star ring. Before him stood a colossal city seemingly cast from steel, threaded with an intricate network of pipelines that transported materials and supplied energy, like a vast assembly-line factory.
"Nidavellir, the legendary land of forging, the Dwarven Realm..."
As he moved deeper toward the center of the star ring, Sean saw an enormous smelting furnace. The dwarves seemed especially fond of massive structures; even their pipes were several times larger than those on Earth.
"Thanos's Infinity Gauntlet."
As he approached the extinguished furnace, a glove mold displayed on a raised platform came into view.
Before he could get closer, a fierce gust rose behind him. Sean spun around, and with a flicker of thought, a solid force field formed instantly, blocking the sudden attack!
The attacker was a giant, at least two or three stories tall—roughly seventeen feet, perhaps—charging at him like a small mountain!
Sean swung his arm, and immense force erupted with a booming crash. A single punch sent the crazed giant flying backward.
"Eitri, the Dwarf King?"
The Mind Stone lit up, its glow like a gentle spring breeze, carrying a peaceful aura that calmed the mind.
The giant who had crashed heavily to the ground suddenly had a dazed look in his furious eyes. An invisible power soothed the anger and pain within him.
"Who