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... with the static scar of divine lightning. Entire valleys had been carved open as if a titan had raked its fingers across the land.
Forests were nothing but blackened stalks. Rivers hissed with steam. And the air, thick with thunder’s ozone, trembled as a giant form strode across the cracked earth.
Thor.
Not the radiant All-Father of myth, nor the polished god the mortals once prayed to.
This Thor was hulking, swollen with divine gluttony and battle-lust ...
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