A Grim Discovery

As Oliver returned to the shattered remains of the warehouse, his heart sank at the sight that greeted him. Isabella and her brother lay motionless on the ground, their lifeless bodies a stark reminder of the brutal reality they faced.

"No..." Oliver whispered, his voice choked with grief as he knelt beside them. He reached out a trembling hand, hoping against hope for some sign of life, but there was none. They were gone—victims of the relentless onslaught of monsters that had torn through their lives with merciless abandon.

Tears welled in Oliver's eyes as he gazed down at his fallen friends, his mind reeling with shock and sorrow. They had been his companions, his allies in the fight against the encroaching darkness, and now they were gone—taken from him in an instant by forces beyond their control.

As Oliver beheld the lifeless forms of Isabella and her brother, a torrent of emotions surged within him—grief, rage, and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. With a primal roar, he unleashed the full extent of his power, his body engulfed in crackling lightning as his eyes blazed with an otherworldly intensity.

[Using Thor's lighting control 1%]

The air around him crackled with energy as Oliver's aura expanded, pulsing with raw power that seemed to bend reality to his will. In that moment, he was no longer just a mere mortal; he was a force of nature, a harbinger of destruction and retribution.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Oliver charged forward, his movements a blur of motion as he closed the distance between himself and the towering jotnar. Each step sent shockwaves rippling through the ground beneath him, the very earth trembling at his approach.

The jotnar, caught off guard by Oliver's sudden surge of power, bellowed in rage and swung its massive fist in a futile attempt to crush him. But Oliver was already upon it, his body moving with preternatural speed and agility as he effortlessly dodged the lumbering creature's attack.

With a swift motion, Oliver leapt into the air, his momentum propelling him high above the jotnar's head. As he soared through the air, time seemed to slow to a crawl, allowing him to survey the battlefield with a keen eye.

Spotting a weakness in the jotnar's defenses, Oliver summoned a bolt of lightning from the heavens, directing its searing arc towards the creature's vulnerable spot. The lightning struck true, eliciting a deafening roar of pain from the jotnar as it staggered under the force of the blow.

But Oliver was not finished yet. Channeling the power of the storm raging within him, he unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts upon the jotnar, each strike more ferocious than the last. With each impact, the creature's monstrous form shuddered and convulsed, its flesh seared and blackened by the intensity of the attack.

But still, the jotnar refused to yield. With a primal roar, it lashed out with renewed fury, its massive fists crashing down upon the earth with bone-shattering force. But Oliver was ready, his reflexes honed to a razor's edge as he danced effortlessly through the onslaught, his movements a symphony of destruction and grace.

As the battle raged on, Oliver felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins. In that moment, he was not just fighting for survival; he was embracing his destiny, fulfilling the prophecy that had foretold of his coming. With each strike, each lightning-infused blow, he felt himself drawing closer to his ultimate goal—to kill the darkness and bring hope to a world on the brink of despair.

With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Oliver unleashed a devastating torrent of lightning upon the jotnar, each bolt striking with pinpoint accuracy at the creature's most vulnerable points. The jotnar howled in agony as the lightning seared its flesh, leaving behind smoking wounds that sizzled and charred in the aftermath of the onslaught.

But Oliver was relentless, his attacks unyielding as he pressed the advantage, his lightning-infused blows raining down upon the jotnar with the fury of a thunderstorm. With each strike, he felt the creature's strength waning, its monstrous form beginning to falter under the relentless assault.

And then, with a final burst of lightning, Oliver delivered the decisive blow—a concentrated surge of energy that pierced through the jotnar's heart with the force of a thousand thunderclaps. The creature's massive form convulsed and spasmed as the lightning coursed through its body, its roars of pain echoing across the battlefield like a symphony of destruction.

And then, with one last shuddering gasp, the jotnar fell silent, its lifeless form collapsing to the ground in a heap of smoldering flesh and bone. As the echoes of battle faded into the night, Oliver stood triumphant amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving with exertion as he surveyed the aftermath of his victory.