Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 106: Entry of Thor And Beast

They paused at the sight of the figures before them.

Ben’s eyes narrowed. "That’s... my sword," he muttered. "What happened to it?"

John looked closely. His eyes widened as he saw the glowing Aether Core embedded in the weapon.

"Wait," he said, glancing at Ben. "Did you design your sword so that my Aether Core fits in it?"

Ben cleared his throat quickly, brushing the question aside. "Forget about it. First—who’s that clown guy holding it?"

He pointed at Loki. "Looks like he’s wearing his mother’s clothes."

Loki raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. But he said nothing yet.

Ben stepped forward, his eyes locked on the weapon in Loki’s hand.

"That’s my sword!" he shouted. "Powered by something that doesn’t belong to any of you!"

John narrowed his eyes, voice calm but firm.

"And that’s my Aether Core in the middle of it. Did you two really think you could steal from both of us and just walk away?"

Loki tilted his head slightly, amused. His grin was smug.

"Ah... Midgard’s little heroes," he said. "So loud. So confident. But in front of a god? You’re just... background noise."

Sasha raised her bow, aiming it right at Loki’s head.

"I don’t care what kind of god you are," she said coldly. "Return what you stole... or the next thing glowing in this room will be your blood."

Bloodweb laughed from the wall.

"Oooh... scary little archer girl. What’s next? Gonna shoot my feelings?"

Hawkman stepped forward with a smirk.

"Did you forget how bad you lost last time? Or should I knock some memory back into you?"

Fangstrike dropped down beside Loki, cracking his knuckles.

"We’re not giving anything back. You want it? Come and take it. We’ve been dying for a real fight."

Iron Mammoth let out a low chuckle.

"Let’s skip the talking. I want to see how fast I can crush your pretty little gadgets."

Ben rolled his eyes.

"You talk like you’ve ever won a fight without cheating."

Shadow Queen smiled wider.

"Good. Let’s give them the chaos they came for."

Ben drew his second blade, the metal gleaming.

"Fine. Let’s settle this the old-fashioned way."

Sasha narrowed her eyes and pulled back her bowstring.

"I hope you’re fast... ’cause I really want to see if you can dodge this."

With a sharp twang—she fired the first arrow.

The arrow glowed with a light pulse and shot straight toward Fangstrike, who leapt aside just in time.

Black Scythe dashed forward next, twin energy scythes spinning dangerously.

Ben activated his nano-sword, its silver edge humming with Astra energy. He stepped in to meet the attack.

Black Scythe grinned.

"Let’s see if your glowing stick holds up against real blades!"

Ben parried with ease, the clash of metal ringing out.

"Mine cuts through ego too. Want a demonstration?"

Black Scythe swung high—Ben ducked. Then low—Ben blocked, spun, and kicked him square in the chest, sending him back.

Black Scythe smirked, catching his balance.

"Not bad... didn’t expect a tech geek to actually fight."

Ben replied with a grin, "I built swords before you even learned how to fight."

Iron Mammoth started stomping toward the fight, steam hissing from his joints.

"I’ll crush your fancy team," he growled.

Just as he stepped forward, a loud THUD echoed across the floor.

From the side of the room, John Smith appeared in front of him.

John moved into Iron Mammoth’s path, cracking his knuckles.

"Where do you think you’re going, iron junk?"

BOOM!

He punched Iron Mammoth hard in the chest, making the massive villain stumble back a few steps.

Iron Mammoth growled, annoyed. "I’m going to smash your robot, kid!"

John raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Kid? You must be new here. Your grandpa probably still wore diapers when I was leading armies."

Iron Mammoth threw a punch—John ducked and countered with a sharp elbow to the side, followed by a brutal uppercut.

"You hit like a toaster," Iron Mammoth spat.

John grinned.

"Yeah? Hope you like getting toasted."

The two slammed into each other again.

Bloodweb crawled along the ceiling like a spider, flinging web after web—each laced with paralyzing poison that sizzled on contact.

Sasha moved like a shadow, flipping over crates and sliding under cables. Her eyes were sharp, her bow steady. She fired a quick arrow—electric-tipped—it zapped through the air and burst against Bloodweb’s webline.

"You’re in my web now, little girl!" Bloodweb cackled from above, flinging a net-sized web down toward her.

Sasha rolled out of the way and let two more arrows fly—one slicing through the net, the other exploding on a wall, causing a burst of sparks.

"I’m not the one caught," Sasha shot back coolly.

Bloodweb hissed, "You always hide—like a scared little mouse with toys."

"Better a mouse with toys than a bug with no aim," Sasha replied, grinning as she launched a smoke arrow, disappearing behind a stack of crates.

From the smoke, arrows flew in rapid succession, hitting near Bloodweb’s limbs and pinning parts of her web to the walls.

"Ugh, get down here and fight fair!" Bloodweb snapped, struggling to free herself.

Fangstrike, watching from above, saw his partner slipping into trouble.

"I’ll handle her," he growled, leaping across a railing.

But before he could land—

WHOOSH! A blur passed in front of him.

Hawkman slammed into him mid-air, wings spread wide.

"Where are you going, loser beast?" Hawkman teased as he spun midair and clawed across Fangstrike’s shoulder.

"Stop flying and fight me like a beast!" Fangstrike roared, climbing the wall like a wild animal.

"Sorry," Hawkman said with a smirk. "You’re grounded."

He darted in again, slashing with his bio-claws and soaring out of reach before Fangstrike could counter.

Fangstrike leapt from the wall, swiping madly—landing a scratch on Hawkman’s wing tip.

"You’re fast," he grunted.

"And you’re slow... with fleas," Hawkman mocked as he flipped back and delivered a kick to Fangstrike’s chest.

They circled each other.

Meanwhile, both Shadow Queen and Loki stood calmly at the back of the room, watching the chaos unfold.

Loki smiled faintly. "It’s time you show them... what a god is capable of."

Nyx gave a slow nod. No words—only movement. She stepped forward into the light, her mask still hiding her face, Phantom Strands glowing softly behind her like blades of light.

---

On the battlefield, Ben Stark had just knocked Black Scythe back with a flurry of sword strikes, his Astra-charged blade crackling with energy.

Ben grinned. "You’re losing your edge, Daniel."

But before Black Scythe could respond—

BOOM!

A wave of silvery energy blasted through the facility. A deep hum echoed. Lights flickered.

Ben stumbled backward, his sword flickering and then—

Click.

It shut off.

From the shadows, Shadow Queen emerged. Calm, cold and unhurried.

"You didn’t think I’d just stand and watch, did you?" she asked.

With a flick of her wrist, a strange pulse spread around her—

The Silencer.

In an instant, every tech-based weapon in the area began to flicker or shut down.

Ben stared at his dead blade. "What the...?"

Black Scythe’s grin widened. "Now it’s a real fight."

Ben gritted his teeth and raised his fists. "Fine."

Not far away, John Smith inside the American Guardian, felt his screens glitch and spark.

The mech stumbled, servos whining.

John slammed the console. "Systems down... Shadow Queen’s interfering!"

Iron Mammoth stepped forward, steam hissing from his joints.

"You’re out of juice, old man!"

He charged with a metal roar, landing a thunderous punch that slammed the mecha into a wall.

Inside, John growled, "Oh, it’s gonna take more than rust to scare me."

Sasha drew an electrified arrow and took aim at Shadow Queen, but—

Zap!

A pulse shot from Nyx’s hand. The bow short-circuited.

Sasha’s hand sparked. She cursed and dropped the bow.

"She’s jamming my gear!" she shouted.

Bloodweb cackled from nearby. "Looks like your backup’s glitching!"

Sasha didn’t hesitate. She flipped into motion, kicking her bow away and drawing two daggers from her boots.

She lunged at Bloodweb with fierce precision, weaving through webs, cutting them as she moved.

In the air, Hawkman was striking Fangstrike with sharp aerial hits—until suddenly—

WHUMPH!

He felt the air pull him down. A gravity pulse slammed into him, throwing off his flight.

He struggled mid-air, wings twitching.

"What... the hell...?" he gasped.

Fangstrike, eyes glowing, pounced with a snarl.

"Thanks, boss!"

His claws slashed across Hawkman’s ribs, drawing blood.

Hawkman twisted away, gritting his teeth as he shot back up to higher ground.

Among the heroes, confusion spread like wildfire.

Ben blocked a strike and shouted, "Who is this woman?!"

John, dodging a punch in his half-functioning mech, said, "Never seen her before... she’s not from our radar!"

Sasha muttered while flipping over a beam, "Whoever she is, she’s not just another villain."

Hawkman clutched his side and grunted, "Mask or not, I’m gonna knock that smug off her face."

But Shadow Queen said nothing.

With her entering the fight, the tide turned quickly against the heroes.

Her Phantom Strands sliced through traps and defenses like they were nothing.

Tech-based weapons shorted out. Movements slowed. Chaos spread.

---

Meanwhile, back at the GUARD base, alarms blared across the screens.

Robert worked quickly at his console, eyes scanning energy readings, encrypted files, surveillance clips.

He frowned.

"Who is she...?"

But no name appeared. The system had nothing.

---

Back on the battlefield—

Shadow Queen raised her hand.

Phantom Strands wrapped around John’s American Guardian, locking it in place like chains.

Iron Mammoth stepped forward, his engines growling.

"This is the end of your toy, tin-man."

Inside the cockpit, John gritted his teeth, trying to reboot the system.

"I don’t think so—"

But before Iron Mammoth could strike—

CRACK-KRAKOOM!

A deafening thunderclap exploded through the sky.

The ground trembled. Everyone froze.

From the storm clouds above, a golden blur shot downward—

A hammer, glowing with pure lightning, came spinning through the air.

BOOM!

It slammed into Iron Mammoth’s chest, sending him crashing into a wall.

His armor cracked, sparks flew, and the giant lay stunned.

The battlefield went silent for a moment.

Ben gasped, "What the hell was that?!"

John, still stuck in the cockpit, blinked. "A... hammer?"

Bloodweb hissed, "Who—who just did that?!"

Fangstrike looked to the sky, growling.

Only Loki’s expression changed.

His smirk widened as he recognized the presence.

"Oh... he’s here."

From the center of the thunderstorm, a massive ancient beast swooped down—

Its wide green wings shimmered with ancient magic.

A creature long believed extinct...

An Elder Skybeast.

It let out a deep, bone-shaking roar that echoed across the battlefield.

On its back stood a figure—strong, cloaked in lightning, holding out his hand as the hammer snapped back to him.

It was Thomas, now transformed with the power of Thor.

Every hero, villain, even Shadow Queen stared in shock.

Ben muttered, "Okay... what kind of entrance was that?"

Sasha blinked. "Who... is that guy?"

Hawkman narrowed his eyes. "I don’t know... but I’m glad he’s not against us."

Suddenly, Loki shouted toward Thomas, pointing his scepter.

"You puny mortal—thief of my brother’s power! Why are you interfering in matters beyond you?!"

Thomas answered calmly, thunder rumbling behind his voice.

"No matter what you think, Loki... I am Thor. And yes... I am your brother."

Loki’s eyes flared.

"Brother? You dare call yourself my brother? You’re a mortal! You will never be my equal!"

In fury, Loki raised his scepter and blasted at the Skybeast.

But before the beam could hit—

The beast twisted mid-air, its green scales shifting and glowing.

In seconds, it transformed—becoming a massive green lion, landing powerfully beside Thomas with a ground-shaking thud.

Thomas stepped forward, standing firm beside the green lion, Mjolnir crackling with lightning in his hand.

He pointed the hammer toward Loki, his voice stern and echoing through the chaos:

"Loki. End this madness. You still have time to walk away."

Loki chuckled darkly, stepping forward, the Astra Cube’s glow reflecting in his eyes.

"Still pretending to be a god, thief?" he sneered.

"You want to stop me? Then face what I’ve brought."

He raised his hand and shouted:

"First, battle my warriors, puny mortal!"

Thomas smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"You mean these?"

Suddenly, the green lion let out a deafening roar and lunged forward.

Before Fangstrike could react—

SMASH!

A single punch from the lion’s massive paw sent him flying across the battlefield, crashing into debris—unconscious.

Bloodweb tried to retaliate, launching a deadly cursed web, glowing with purple venom.

It wrapped around the lion’s leg—but nothing happened.

The lion looked down at the threads... then growled.

With a violent swing, he ripped through the web, grabbed Bloodweb with the same strands, and slammed her into the ground once—

Twice—Thrice—BOOM!

Bloodweb dropped limp, completely out cold.