The Fire Realm was a scorching world of crimson. Thick clouds hung over the gloomy sky like piled-up volcanic ash, leaving this place shrouded in darkness all year round.
Thor swung Mjolnir, smashing the swarming Fire People to pieces. These pitch-black lifeforms, seemingly made of charred rock and flame, rushed at the Asgardian prince like a frenzied colony of ants.
Mjolnir spun at high speed, making the air boom and tremble like the roar of thunder echoing through the empty underground world.
Strands of blazing lightning flickered in and out of sight like silver serpents, spilling wild energy everywhere.
The Fire People surged forward in endless waves, only to be smashed into showers of sparks before crumbling into dust!
Thor carried the Fire Giant's heavy crown on his back. It was the condensed essence of Surtur's power. Having foreseen Ragnarok in a dream, he had come specifically to Muspelheim, the legendary Fire Realm.
In the dream shown to him by the Norns, Asgard had been engulfed in raging flames. The palace collapsed, the Bifrost shattered, and the entire world looked as though the end had arrived.
Surtur, the Fire Giant, stood as massive as a mountain atop the peaks, wielding the Twilight Sword and spewing furious flames that destroyed all life.
Having witnessed Ragnarok in his dream, Thor decided to strike first. Following Odin's legendary example of entering the Fire Realm alone, he intended to deal with Surtur himself.
It had to be said, this was entirely in keeping with the Asgardian way of doing things: when in doubt, charge straight in!
In any case, Surtur had long since been weakened beyond recognition, no longer possessing the terrifying reputation he had enjoyed at the height of his power.
Just as he had done to Laufey, king of the Frost Giants,