The cosmic vibration of Zeus and Poseidon's sudden disappearance rippled through the void, striking various pantheons like a physical blow.
Several lightyears away, across a sector of the battlefield where frozen nebulae met sheets of golden lightning, Thor felt the two massive Olympian signatures vanish into the void.
His grip tightened on Mjolnir until the metal groaned, and his eyes surged with a blue electricity that threatened to blind anyone standing near him.
"The Kings of the Sea and Sky are gone!" Thor's voice was a thunderclap that shattered nearby drifting asteroids. "I can feel the dark consuming them! I must go! I will tear that monster apart from the inside out and save them!"
Thor braced his legs, preparing to launch himself across the void in a single, desperate leap of lightning.
But a hand, gnarled and as strong as celestial iron, slammed onto his shoulder.
