(All-Father Thor POV)
END and NOTHING has come.
The Realms have fallen to the forces of END and NOTHINGNESS. Asgard was the last bastion against such forces, but in mere moments, we too will fall.
I look over to the two loves of my life...
Jane Foster, a mortal woman nurse turned Asgardian God of Health...
Amora the Enchantress, Queen of Asgard and wielder of powerful/formidable enchantment magic...
I then look toward the belly of my wife Jane, at my unborn son. Not even born, yet END and NOTHINGNESS had come for him... a fate no child should ever bare. A single soft tear rolls down as I contemplate my final thoughts and soon to be action. The Thorforce surges to my will and intention as my words begin to come forth...
But then something particular happened... a rogue soul has managed to wander its way here into Asgard in it's final moments... with the intention of merging with my unborn son. A single moment was all I needed to witness everything this rogue soul was. It's former self, memories, experiences, and desires. With but a finger, the soul lay suspended as I quickly sorted through what I'd just witnessed. A new plan formed as the Thorforce surges forward with renewed vigor, one last act of defiance.
"This rogue soul... our son may yet have a chance of facing these forces yet.
Amora, Jane. My Loves... Aid me one last time... For this soul and our son shall become one."
What transpired next was only ever witnessed once, according to the rogue soul's memories. First, we cleansed the rogue soul of self, leaving behind only memories. Next, new additions were to be added. The soul was to be, according to the character template it once filled out and desired to be, a Hybrid of Saiyan/Kryptonian/Viltrumite/Otsutsuki origins with a singular special ability of being THE Last Dragonborn. The next step was to process through each individual Race and further strengthen them:
Saiyan became Legendary Ancient Saiyan with its complete physiology.
Kryptonian became one who has it's Meta genes fully unlocked.
Viltrumite became a master of self evolution through the integration of Smart Atoms and from Royal Lineage.
And Otsutsuki was on the path of Enlightenment with the integration of this so called Jōgan and a Shinjutsu called 'True Double'.
Finally came the special ability, THE Last Dragonborn, was being the composite being of every possible choice a Dragonborn could be, according to the rogue soul's memories.
The next step was strengthening my son's soul and being. His Human side, the introduction of his Meta-gene and this so-called M-gene began to emerge, taking shape as we began work on his Asgardian side. The Asgardian side, hailing from my lineage, a Domain began to take root... the concept of War. Before the merging, I used the Thorforce to both bestow my knowledge on the Primordial Runes and moved my unborn son between Jane and Amora, so that he possesses the genetics of both his mothers. Finally, we merged the two souls together as one.
"Just one last thing." I say as I summon both Mjolnir and the Megingjord, the symbol of my power and divinity before I became All-Father. With the Thorforce, I nestled the two armaments with my son as a shield against the void and as the last mementos of Asgard... of his family and home.
"My son... my unborn child. You are our last hope. Asgard may fall... we may fall, but through you our people will live. When comes the time that you search yourself thoroughly, this message will play. Live... Live well my son...
BY MY NAME AS ALL-FATHER, I NAME YOU TSOR ODINSON, LAST SON OF ASGARD!!!"
With that, the Thorforce surged, acting on my will to its upmost maximum, sacrificing Jane, Amora and myself to grant Tsor the full powers of the Thorforce and more. Through the same crack the rogue soul came in, went out our son, into the void in between. The last of the wards finally broke and Asgard was no more.
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(??? POV)
For Eons, the soul of the Last Son of Asgard wandered through the Void, protected by Mjolnir, a weapon once wielded by All-Father Thor. Thrice this poor soul has landed, but the vessels he inhabited could not contain his powerful soul and perished. Then, a familiar pull began moving the soul. A suction so powerful you'd mistake it for a tiny pink creature feasting on food, heading deeper toward the sea of realities.
Traversing between the void for so long as granted The Last Son of Asgard a peculiar gift. A Group Chat, specifically designed to hunt down anomalies, with him as its Admin. Individuals known for their entitlement and holier-than-thou temperament, with some being way worse.
With two paths he must face before him: facing the forces of END and NOTHINGNESS, and hunting down anomalies who have strayed their path.
Tsor Odinson, Last Son of Asgard, walks these paths alone... but in time, he will have cherished family/friends/and loved ones walking alongside him on his path.
For now, let's see how Tsor begins his new life and a new family.