6 Thanos faces Surtur 2
The impact was cataclysmic. A shockwave erupted from the point of collision, sending ripples of energy across the landscape. The very fabric of Muspelheim seemed to warp as the forces unleashed threatened to tear the realm asunder.
Thor, using the distraction, closed the distance between them with a burst of speed. Lightning crackled around Mjolnir as he unleashed a barrage of strikes, aiming for the chinks in Surtur's fiery armor. Each blow echoed with the power of a celestial storm, but the fire giant stood resilient.
Surtur retaliated with a searing burst of flame, engulfing Thor in a torrent of heat. The God of Thunder, undeterred, summoned the power of the storm, creating a vortex of wind and rain that extinguished the flames. Lightning danced across Thor's form as he emerged unscathed, a tempest incarnate.
Your flames cannot extinguish the power of the storm, Surtur. Thor shouted.
With a primal roar, Surtur unleashed a wave of molten lava from Twilight, creating a river of fire that surged towards Thor. The God of Thunder soared into the air, narrowly avoiding the scorching torrent. From above, Thor conjured a colossal lightning bolt, sending it crashing down upon Surtur.
The impact sent shockwaves across the realm, fissures forming in the molten ground. Surtur, momentarily staggered, roared in defiance, the flames around him intensifying. With a sweeping motion, he dispersed the lingering storm clouds, the sky once again ablaze with the fires of Muspelheim.
Undeterred, Thor descended with the speed of a falling star, Mjolnir leading the way. He struck the ground with unbridled force, creating a shockwave that rippled through the magma-covered landscape. Surtur caught off guard, stumbled backward, his fiery form flickering for a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Thor unleashed a series of devastating blows, each strike resonating with the power of a celestial thunderclap. The very air hummed with the intensity of their battle, a symphony of clashes that echoed through the fiery expanse.
Surtur, his flames burning even more brightly, retaliated with a surge of raw power. Twilight cleaved through the air, its fiery arc leaving trails of embers in its wake. Thor parried the strikes with Mjolnir, the clash of their weapons creating a dazzling display of sparks that illuminated the battlefield.
The ground beneath them quaked as the force of their blows sent shockwaves across Muspelheim. Lava erupted from the cracks, forming pillars of flame that danced around the combatants. The very essence of the realm seemed to join the fray, the fires of creation and destruction converging in a cataclysmic battle.
Thor, fueled by the primal forces of the storm, summoned a tempest of cosmic energy. Lightning coursed through his veins as he channeled the power of the heavens into a single, decisive strike. Mjolnir, wreathed in lightning, collided with Twilight in a burst of blinding radiance.
The shockwave that followed was unlike anything Muspelheim had ever witnessed. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and twist as the forces clashed, creating a celestial maelstrom that enveloped the combatants. The ground cracked open, and molten rivers surged forth, merging with the tempest in a chaotic display of elemental fury.
As the blinding light subsided, the battlefield lay in ruins. Thor and Surtur, both battered and scorched, stood at a momentary impasse. The fires of Muspelheim flickered, as if the realm itself held its breath, waiting for the resolution of the cosmic struggle.
It is over, Surtur. The flames of destruction shall not consume the realms. Thor said while breathing heavily.
Surtur, though weakened, bellowed defiantly. The fiery glow of his form dimmed, and he slowly sank to one knee. The flames that once raged with unbridled fury now danced with a subdued intensity.
The cycle continues, Thor. But know this, the fires of Muspelheim will endure, I will return and destroy Asgard myself. It is my purpose.
'Of course it is why the hell would I go to this much length if it isn't' Thor said to himself.
With those words, Surtur's form dissipated, his essence returning to the fiery realm from whence it came. Thor, standing amidst the aftermath of the epic battle, watched as the fires of Muspelheim subsided, the realm gradually returning to a semblance of calm.
Thor took Surtur's crown and tied it to himself.
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