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Thunder roared, but this was not the mere crackling of the storm—it was something far greater. A force so absolute that the battlefield itself trembled under its wrath.
Aidan had barely caught his breath after slaying the Seven Monsters, his body still thrumming with the lingering power of his Divine Azure Dragon Mode. He had turned to chase Amora, to finally take his vengeance upon the Enchantress—only for the heavens to split apart.
Lightning did not strike once. It did not strike twice. It struck everywhere. The entire castle—the very land itself—became a storm's battlefield, illuminated by a thousand bolts of divine retribution.
And then he saw it.
A blue, burning meteor, descending from the heavens with terrifying force. It wasn't just falling. It was coming for him.
Aidan's instincts screamed. His dragon soul roared in defiance. He would not be crushed like an ant beneath a god's boot.
So he leapt.
His body shot upward, his Divine Azure Dragon Mode glowing with celestial brilliance as his fist met the falling comet—
BOOM.
Aidan's vision went black.
For the first time in his life, he knew what it was like to be hit so hard he lost consciousness.
When his eyes snapped open, he found himself at the bottom of a massive crater. His Azure Dragon form was gone, his body aching in ways it never had before.
"What... the hell... was that?" he muttered, his head throbbing. He shook off the haze and climbed up the shattered rock, his breath heavy.
And then he saw him.
Standing at the edge of the crater, framed by the endless storm, was a warrior of legends past.
An old man—scarred, battered, and worn by centuries of war—stood with both his hammer Mjolnir and a great, jagged axe Stormbreaker gripped in his hands. His long, gray hair whipped in the storm winds, his face lined with age and pain. His right eye was gone, replaced by a deep, empty void. His body bore scars that spoke of countless battles, but his aura—his power—shone brighter than the lightning that danced around him.
This was no mortal. This was no mere god.
This was Thor.
Aidan stared, feeling something strange stir inside him. "You… you're Thor."
The old god did not flinch. He gazed down at Aidan with hollow, weary eyes, as if life itself had long since lost its meaning.
"I do not know you," Thor said, his voice like distant thunder. "But you have disturbed the peace of my kingdom, villain. You have threatened my kin." He lifted Mjolnir, and the storm seemed to bow to his will. "Today, you die, foul dragon."
Aidan stiffened. "Dragon?" His mind raced. "How do you even—"
"You think I wouldn't notice?" Thor's voice was filled with something ancient, something primal. "I have slain beasts of all kinds, monsters of every age. You are no different. I can and will kill you, beast…" His grip on his weapons tightened. "For my daughter's sake."
Aidan's heart skipped. "Your daughter? Wa—"
But the hammer moved before he could even finish.
CRACK!
Mjolnir slammed into his chest like a divine verdict, and Aidan felt pain.
Real pain.
He was sent flying. The impact alone shattered the air, leaving his ribs screaming in agony. But it wasn't over—Mjolnir wasn't just a weapon.
It was judgment incarnate.
The moment Aidan crashed to the ground, the hammer followed, pinning him down like an iron crucifix. He gasped, struggling to move, but the weight was immovable.
His hands gripped the handle—he tried to push it off—
Nothing.
It wouldn't budge.
He wasn't worthy.
His mind reeled. He had fought gods before, but this… this was something else.
A shadow loomed over him.
Thor was already upon him, his axe raised high, the storm roaring in his wake.
Aidan's instincts screamed—
He vanished into the shadows just as the axe came down.
BOOM.
Lightning erupted from the strike, carving a crater within a crater. The sheer force sent shockwaves tearing through the battlefield.
Thor turned, his one good eye scanning the darkness.
"You cannot run, beast," he growled. "Not from me."
Aidan reappeared a distance away, clutching his chest, eyes wide.
For the first time in a long time…
He knew he was in trouble.
Thor raised his hand, and both Mjolnir and Stormbreaker flew into his grasp with a deafening boom, crackling with raw, untamed power. He spun the axe once, arcs of divine electricity dancing around its edge, before pointing it at Aiden. A blinding torrent of blue lightning roared forth—wild, unrelenting, and carrying the wrath of a god.
Aiden stood his ground, eyes gleaming with defiance. "Yeah... feed me some lightning."
He opened his mouth, welcoming the storm. The divine energy surged into his body—and then, agony.
Aiden's body convulsed violently as sheer, unrelenting pain coursed through him. His muscles seized. His bones felt like they were shattering from the inside. His nerves screamed.
Not even when Magneto had twisted his body like a puppet.Not when Doctor Doom had cursed him with eldritch poison.Not even when he had brushed the edge of death itself.
This was different. This was true suffering.
{Host Unable to Absorb Lightning God King Slayer Magic.}{Host Unable to Absorb Lightning God King Slayer Magic.}{Host Unable to Absorb Lightning God King Slayer Magic.}
The system's voice echoed in his skull like a death knell.
Aiden's eyes widened in disbelief. He had always absorbed whatever was thrown at him. Dragonfire, dark curses, eldritch magic—nothing had ever resisted him. And yet, this was beyond him.
And Thor wasn't waiting.
The Asgardian war god moved.
Stormbreaker carved through the air, aiming straight for Aiden's throat. He barely twisted away, but then—
Mjolnir.
The hammer slammed into his back like a meteor, sending him crashing into the ground. A surge of godly lightning exploded through his body, making his vision flicker. His veins felt like they were burning from the inside out.
{Host Unable to Absorb Lightning God King Slayer Magic.}{Host Unable to Absorb Lightning God King Slayer Magic.}
"I KNOW, GOD DAMN IT!" Aiden roared as the hammer sent him flying, his body smoldering, his skin charred and cracking.
How the fuck do I deal with this?
His own Dragon Lightning was powerful, but Thor's was something else. Something ancient. Something absolute. His system had identified it as Lightning God King Magic—akin to his own Fire Dragon King and Lightning Dragon King abilities, but on a divine scale.
No time to think.
He had to fight.
Aiden's body ignited in a radiant azure glow. The air around him trembled as his wings of wind unfurled, his crown of light shone brilliantly, and his armor of water coiled around his body like a divine shield.
His power surged.
"Face Divine Judgment."
Above them, the storm clouds parted. Hundreds—no, thousands—of radiant crosses manifested in the sky, shimmering blue at their tips, each one charged with a devastating combination of wind and light.
Aiden raised his hand.
"Heavenly Judgment."
The crosses rained down like divine spears, an apocalyptic storm of holy destruction. The battlefield turned into an ocean of light.
But Thor only smirked.
His lone eye gleamed with the fury of an ancient warrior. His scarred face showed no fear—only battle-hardened determination.
Thor spun Mjolnir, generating a maelstrom of lightning around him. Stormbreaker crackled with divine fury. As the crosses descended, Thor swung—each stroke of his weapons erased one, shattering them with sheer force.
Aiden was already moving.
He unleashed a torrent of wind, trying to slow the god down, but Thor barely acknowledged it. The winds howled against him, yet he kept flying straight through, cutting through the storm as if it didn't exist.
Aiden gritted his teeth. It was never about stopping him.
It was about distracting him.
Unseen, unnoticed—thousands of microscopic water droplets had begun forming around the battlefield. Each one was infused with White Dragon Slayer Magic, filling them with the essence of light. They were minuscule, nearly invisible, but moving at speeds close to light itself.
And when anything— even water—strikes at the speed of light?
It pierces. It annihilates.
Thor, oblivious, was already too close.
"DIE, FOUL BEAST! DIE, DRAGON!"
Stormbreaker descended.
Aiden's eyes widened.
Too fast.
Stormbreaker descended.
The edge of the axe, still crackling with divine lightning, tore into his chest. His Water Dragon Armor shattered instantly, breaking apart like fragile glass, unable to withstand the sheer godly might behind the blow.
Then—hell itself.
His flesh split open as the blade carved through muscle, ribs, and sinew, tearing deep into his core. The impact alone sent a shockwave through his entire body, rupturing veins, shredding organs, and causing his vision to black out for an instant. Blood—dark, thick, and steaming—gushed from the wound, spilling over his arms, soaking into the battlefield below.
But it wasn't just the cut.
It was the lightning.
Raw, divine electricity flooded his system, seeping into every inch of his being. The pain wasn't just felt—it overwhelmed. His nerves screamed as the current surged through his flesh, cooking him from the inside out. His muscles spasmed violently, locking up as electric arcs burned his veins into useless, charred husks. His heartbeat staggered, faltered, nearly stopped as the lightning sought to consume him whole.
His body convulsed. His breath came in ragged, choking gasps.
He could barely think.
He could barely breathe.
Was this it?
"Hell No"
Aiden let out a wet, strangled gasp.
His hands twitched, barely able to move. His vision blurred, colors twisting, distorting as his body refused to function. His limbs felt numb. His chest—where the axe had struck—felt hollow, like something vital had been ripped away.
But even as he stared into the abyss of pain, he forced himself to move.
His fingers twitched. His lips curled.
One last command.
His White Dragon Slayer Magic-infused water droplets activated.
The sky ignited.
A fraction of a second later—agony unlike anything the God of Thunder had ever felt.
Thousands of microscopic water droplets, each infused with light magic, each moving at speeds close to light itself, pierced Thor from every direction.
His back. His ribs. His chest. His arms. His legs. His eye socket.
Tiny at first.
Then, the rupture.
Each droplet detonated inside his flesh like a miniature bomb. Skin split apart. Muscle tore. Divine ichor, thick and golden, gushed from the wounds. The force was so overwhelming that sections of his flesh were blasted away entirely, leaving raw, exposed bone beneath.
Thor's roar shook the battlefield.
A bellow of pain. Of agony. Of rage.
His godly frame trembled, spasming as the wounds continued to rupture, explode, expand—until his back was nothing but a mangled mess of raw, bleeding muscle and exposed bone. His armor had been torn away, his divine skin ripped apart, his cape now nothing but tattered remnants of red soaked in golden blood.
Mjolnir slipped from his fingers.
Stormbreaker dropped from his grasp.
Thor's massive form crashed to the ground, the force of his fall sending up a shockwave of dust and debris. His breathing was ragged, wheezing, filled with something close to desperation.
Aiden, barely alive, gritted his teeth and ripped Stormbreaker from his chest.
A sickening wet tear echoed across the battlefield as his own blood spilled out in thick rivers. His body twitched violently, the pain still searing, unbearable, unending.
But he had won.
It was over.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Aiden collapsed to his knees, his hands bracing against the blood-soaked ground. His Water Dragon Slayer Magic worked desperately, sluggishly, to close the gaping wound in his chest. He could feel his body knitting itself together, but it was slow. So fucking slow.
He let out a shaky breath.
The pain was still there, but now—the relief.
He had done it.
He had defeated the God of Thunder.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Aiden let himself breathe.
His hands were still trembling, coated in his own blood and Thor's. His limbs were heavy. His body ached, burned, screamed. But…
It was over.
He had won.
Then, he felt it.
The air changed.
Aiden's instincts—his survival instincts, honed from countless battles—flared violently.
The battlefield… wasn't right.
The victory… wasn't real.
Something was wrong.
His breathing hitched.
Slowly—too slowly—he raised his head.
And his heart stopped.
A black, sinister energy was oozing from Thor's fallen body. Thick, viscous, and unnatural, like a wound in reality itself.
Above them, descending from the storm-darkened heavens—
A blade.
Not just any blade.
A sword of absolute darkness.
It did not gleam. It did not reflect light. It absorbed it, devoured it, swallowed it whole until nothing remained but an abyss of black, deeper than the void.
The Necrosword.
It hovered before the fallen god like a sentient predator, pulsing, writhing, dripping with corruptive hunger. It was whispering. Calling.
A voice, cold and wicked, slithered through the battlefield.
"Wake up, God of Thunder… it's time to kill more."
Aiden's breath caught in his throat.
Thor's massive body jerked.
His single remaining eye snapped open.
No longer blue.
Pitch black.
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