A dim green haze flickered within the serpent Kur's ancient eyes, his attention fixed entirely on the powerful figure that had just appeared above the ocean.
"To have broken free from my control… this one poses a threat."
Kur, once the God-King of the Nine Realms, understood better than anyone the significance of Midgard to the cosmic order.Among the nine realms bound to the World Tree, none was more vital than Midgard—Earth itself—the very heart of creation.
His decaying body was shrouded in corroded divine armor, leaking faint wisps of dark green power.His presence alone was a nightmare—those who drew near felt an instinctive chill of terror, a fear that rose from the very depths of their souls.
This was a god who embodied fear—Odin's elder brother, the ancient serpent Jörmungandr, destroyer of the World Tree in Ragnarök.
"Interesting…" Kur's rasping voice echoed across the void.Through the fading connection to his followers, he sensed several of his servants—wielders of the Sky Hammers—had fallen.
Of the eight Sky Hammers that once served him, only his daughter, Skadi, remained at her full strength.Two others had already perished at the hands of the warriors of the Underworld.
"It seems I must act personally."
To Kur, the so-called "Venerable Sky Hammers" were nothing more than disposable pawns—mere conduits to harvest the world's fear for his revival. But the fear they had gathered was far from enough.
Slowly, Kur's colossal body rose from the depths, suspended above the churning sea. His voice thundered across the horizon as divine power poured forth from him like an endless storm.
"My warriors—your king has returned!"
BOOM!!!
A blinding flash of green lightning tore through the clouds and crashed into the ocean below.In that instant, the world's tides shifted violently. Currents twisted, whirlpools formed, and across the globe—from Kamar-Taj's sacred halls to the coasts of every nation—alarms began to sound.
"Hear my call… and awaken from eternal darkness!"
From the depths, a colossal structure began to rise—a fortress city of impossible scale, its towers etched with runes of dread. The ocean parted before it as it breached the surface.
This was the City of Fear—Kur's lost royal citadel.
He raised one hand toward the heavens, summoning a power long dormant.Somewhere across the planet, deep within forgotten ruins, a massive battle-axe stirred from centuries of slumber.
"My weapon… return to me!"
Above, the sun dimmed to a sickly green hue as the axe obeyed. The divine power of the fallen Sky Hammers surged into Kur's body, restoring his form.Once again, the God of Fear took on the visage of a mighty Aesir warrior.
BOOM!!!
A deafening roar followed as the seabed cracked apart—the royal city now resting on a chain of rising islands.
In S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury was in mid-conference with Zheng Xian, Director of China's Divine Spear Bureau.Suddenly, static swallowed their communication feed. Both watched in alarm as every monitor flickered to life, displaying the same impossible image.
An old, white-haired man stood upon the sea, arms raised.With a gesture, massive stones erupted from the ocean floor, forming a black island crowned by a fortress that pulsed with sinister energy.
"The crisis begins again…" Fury muttered grimly.
Not long ago, an island had vanished from the Earth—and now, another, darker one had risen to take its place.But this was no ordinary land. Its oppressive aura was far more terrifying than even the Underworld's infernal city.
Thor descended soon after, lightning crackling across his armor."The serpent Kur—the god who heralded the world's destruction—has awakened."
Azure light blazed in his eyes as divine thunder gathered in his veins.At last, Thor had fully awakened his true Aesir power—the might of the God of War.
High above the sea, Kur returned to his black citadel. Stretching out his hand, he gave a command that shook the world.
"My loyal warriors—rise, and spread fear across this world!"
From the depths surged legions of undead soldiers clad in corroded black armor, wielding rusted weapons.They poured from the sea like a living tide, sweeping toward coastal cities across the globe.
These creatures were mere foot soldiers—far weaker than the Sky Hammers—but Kur required only one thing of them: fear.
As he rose into the air, his voice resounded across the heavens.
"Fear! Tremble before me!"
He was the embodiment of terror itself—the God of Fear—and his will now blanketed all of Midgard.
A storm of darkness swallowed the sky.The world dimmed as clouds devoured the sun, and a frigid stillness fell upon the Earth.
Only one nation—the Holy See, the Papal State—remained untouched.Within its grand cathedral, Pope William IV knelt in prayer before a statue of Hades, pleading for the arrival of a divine messenger.
Far below, in the Palace of Earth, Myu sat atop the stone walls, a Sky Hammer resting in his hand. He gazed silently at the shrouded heavens.
"The God of Fear…" he murmured.
Kur's divine aura had engulfed the planet. Every living soul felt the weight of despair settle upon their hearts.
Behind Myu, a familiar voice broke the silence.
"The upper world drowns in calamity, Myu. Do you think these humans can resist a god like that on their own?"
It was Quin, fresh from defeating the Sky Hammer Criterion in Paris and emerging from the depths of the Underworld.He smiled faintly as he looked toward the storm-choked sky.
"Who knows? Didn't they claim to have found something within the Earth Palace? …Forget it."
(End of Chapter)
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