"Trying to escape? Stay!"
At this moment, understanding his opponent's intention, Thor decisively raised the Thunder God's Hammer, ready to launch another attack to smash through the wall composed of countless light patterns.
But upon holding Mjolnir, the hammerhead was not enveloped by the familiar thunder, but by a swirling curse mist—a thunderbolt cleaving through the mist. Instantly, Ireland's oak forest collided with Asgard's purple cedar, the shock waves spreading in all directions.
As the overwhelmed void shattered, from the fissure, an enormous cauldron filled with strange broth suddenly tipped over.
