5 chapter 4 : The Rise of Asgard (Part 4)
Location: The Silberia Kingdom, The Silberia Kingdom Royal Garden
Time: 8 Days After Thor's Arrival Within the Central World, 1 Day After Thor Unleashed His Storm Upon the Lands
(Blanche Nam Silberia's Point of View)
What is perfection?
For a long time, she believed those two to be the perfect manifestations of perfection: her dear friend Blanc, the primordial of white embodying the essence of overwhelming power and pride, and her dear mother, the previous queen of the kingdom of Silberia, Ashera Nam Silberia, embodying the essence of kindness and humility.
These two women were her ideals of perfection, ones she strived to reach as a woman, a queen, a wife, and a hopeful one day as a mother.
Yet if someone were to ask Blanche Nam Silberia about perfection now, instantly the image of a certain God would appear in her mind—something that the sight she currently witnesses only confirms.
As She walked into the tranquil Royal Gardens of the Silberia Kingdom, Again, she finds herself captivated by the sight before her.
In the distance, amidst the lush greenery and vibrant blooms, stood the god who has recently became the subject of worship for many across the cardinal world, a vision of power and grace.
His towering figure cuts a striking silhouette against the backdrop of the garden, his regal black and white armor gleaming in the dappled sunlight with what she could only describe as small stars.
Adorned with a strange white symbol, a magical rune reminiscent of those utilized within the Sorcerer's Dynasty Sarion she quickly realized , along with a black cape that gradients from red at the bottom to purple at the top.
With each movement, he exudes an aura of strength and resilience, his every step commanding attention and respect.
Blanche watches in silent awe as Thor sits under the shade of one of the garden's many trees, two strange crows perched on one of his shoulders.
His eyes, pools of fierce light, stare into the blue skies, seeming to hold the weight of countless worlds, yet there is a gentleness in them that speaks of compassion and understanding.
She could not tear her gaze away from him, so mesmerized is she by his presence.
In that moment, amidst the tranquility of the Royal Gardens, Blanche feels for the first time in months a sense of peace wash over her, as if all her worries and fears have been swept away by the storm of his presence.
For in that moment, as she sits in silent contemplation, Blanche Nam Silberia knows that she is witnessing something truly extraordinary—the embodiment of strength, beauty, and grace standing before her in the form of this mighty god who seems to easily sense her presence.
"Lady Blanche," his voice resonates like thunder, filling the air with its deep, commanding timbre.
Again Blanche finds herself undoubtedly drawn to the sound, her heart pounding in rhythm with each word he utters
She approached him with gratitude evident in her eyes as she stood before him in the Royal Gardens of Silberia Kingdom.
he turned to face her, his presence commanding and regal,his gaze meeting hers with a warmth that belied his godly stature.
"Lord Thor," she began, her voice tinged with emotion, "I cannot express the depth of my gratitude for what you have done. You saved not only me but my kingdom as well."
He regarded her with a solemn nod, his expression reflecting understanding and compassion. "Think nothing of it my lady It was simply my duty as a protector of the innocent," he replied, his voice once resonating like thunder in the tranquil surroundings of the garden
She lowered her gaze briefly, overcome by the weight of her emotions. "Still, I cannot help but feel indebted to you," she admitted, her words laced with sincerity. "Without your intervention, Silberia Kingdom would have fallen, and I would have been lost."
Thor merely smiling placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding and comforting . "Your kingdom's resilience and your own bravery played a significant role in its salvation," he assured her, his voice gentle yet firm. "You are a strong ruler, Blanche Nam Silberia, and your people are fortunate to have you."
Blanche met his gaze once more, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Thor," she said, her voice steady with conviction. "For your bravery, your strength, and your unwavering commitment to protecting those in need."
Thor offered her a warm smile, a glimmer of pride evident in his eyes. "It was my honor," he replied simply, his words carrying the weight of a promise fulfilled.
And as they stood together in the Royal Gardens, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their shared victory, Blanche Nam Silberia knew that despite the loses she had faced despite her friend blanc returning to her home and despite almost losing everything she had found not only a savior in Thor but also a steadfast ally and hopefully a friend.
And for the first time in a long long time since losing her mother Blanche once again felt hope
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Location: The Wild Space where the country of El Dorado would have Once Existed
Time: 8 Days After Thor's Arrival Within the Central World, 1 Day After Thor Unleashed His Storm Upon the Lands
(Thor Point Of View)
Even In the realm of divinity, my existence was something unique, even by the loftiest standards of godhood. The perplexing circumstances of my birth were a testament to this fact.
While I inhabit the material world like any mortal being, I transcend mere perception. My divinity spans dimensions, as does my corporeal form.
Asgard, along with every realm under the embrace of Yggdrasil, shares in this boundless nature.
The magic of the runes and the wisdom drawn from the Well of Mimir bestowed upon me the power to perceive the past, control the present, and shape the future.
Through this gift, I could peer beyond the veils of time, surpassing even the knowing of the gods.
As mortal Alexander Blake, I delved into the science of man.
As Thor Odinson, I wielded the might of gods.
This unique amalgamation of mortal and divine birthed within me a form of omniscience.
I beheld all things, from the humblest creature to the mightiest mineral. My vision transcended the quantum structure and the cosmic architecture, delving into the boundless expanse of Gun-GinGap, the infinite nothingness.
Thus, I understood that what I was about to undertake should be conceivable.
Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree, spanned across all of time and space, stretching beyond the furthest reaches of the Marvel Universe.
Considered as a quantum metaverse, Yggdrasil's nine recognized worlds were but a fraction of its infinite magnitude.
It served as the nexus of all life, birthing myths and religions, coinciding with scientific theories of life's origins from a single source.
The three main roots of Yggdrasil harbored avatars in every plane, one of which lay hidden beneath Asgard.
Salvaging this essence before its destruction, I chose the site where the city of El Dorado would one day may stand .
Kneeling upon the sacred ground, I unleashed the Thor Force within me.
Creation itself recoiled at the magnitude of my power. Though unseen, I felt the gaze of countless eyes upon me, both from this world and beyond. Yet, their scrutiny mattered not.
Deep within my being, I reached out and prayed, invoking the essence of his mother.
"Mother, I beseech you. Lend me your strength, grant me your power, that I may safeguard those in need, that I may be their salvation..Ah there you are... . Thank you, mother."
Feeling the overwhelming power within me I couldn't help but smile
With each resolute step, reality itself quaked, bending to my will.
As I walked, Asgard was reborn anew forged from the very air itself ,a new asgard with a single purpose... a testament to the enduring might of the gods.
There at its center a tree was rooted and thus the 9 world were reborn yet again.
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