Marvel: My Sign-in System

The terrifying surge of air lasted over ten seconds before subsiding slightly.

When everyone stood up and surveyed the scene, they were shocked to find the entire town reduced to rubble. The shockwave had flattened everything.

The town lay in ruins, with a massive pit hundreds of meters in diameter at the end of a long trench. Cracks radiated outward from the pit, and broken trees, streetlamps, wooden planks, shattered billboards, glass fragments, and overturned cars were scattered across the muddy ground. The destruction was breathtaking.

Coulson and a group of agents who had been lucky enough to escape unscathed stood in silent shock. The scene was beyond anything they had ever imagined.

For Coulson, the most destructive event he had ever witnessed was Natasha's battle with the Abomination in New York. That fight had devastated several streets, but it had been over within minutes.

This, however, was different. The power on display was incomprehensible. Coulson felt a chill run down his spine as he realized how close he had come to death. If not for his instincts urging him to drop to the ground and brace for the worst, he might have ended up like the unfortunate agents who had been caught in the aftermath.

"Damn it, I hate missions like this," Coulson muttered under his breath. With a mix of frustration and relief, he removed his damaged sunglasses and wiped the rain off his face.

"Sir," one of the agents called, a group of them gathering behind him.

Coulson waved them off, turning away without looking back. Into his headset, he ordered, "All agents, evacuate the town immediately. Deploy drones to monitor the area from a safe distance. This is no place for us to linger."

"Understood."

The agents didn't hesitate. They had just survived a battle beyond human comprehension and knew staying in the area was a death sentence. They rushed to their vehicles—thankfully, a few had survived the destruction—and within moments, seven or eight cars sped out of town, leaving behind any unnecessary equipment.

Thor, though mortal in this state, was being looked after by Pietro and Wanda. Unlike Sif and the others, Thor was relieved that Jane and the townspeople had been evacuated earlier. Otherwise, the aftermath of this battle would have been fatal for them.

Thor frowned. "That was a terrifying display of power. But I doubt the Destroyer will be defeated so easily. And…" He hesitated, his expression darkening. "I have a bad feeling about this. Loki wouldn't allow the Destroyer to be taken down without a plan."

"Relax, good brother," Pietro said, placing a hand on Thor's shoulder. His expression was calm but tinged with amusement.

Thor turned, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"We need to have a discussion," Pietro replied casually.

"About what?"

"I think you're right. We're about to face something much worse—a war." Pietro's tone remained light, but his words carried a gravity that made Thor's pupils shrink.

"War?"

"Yes," Pietro explained, a small smile playing on his lips. "Our leader, Leon, taught us a powerful technique called Haki. One aspect of it, when mastered, allows us to glimpse the future."

Thor's expression shifted. "Leon… he's the one who trained you? I've heard much about him. I look forward to meeting him. So, did you use this… Haki to foresee a war?"

"That's right. Look over there," Pietro said, nodding toward the horizon.

Thor turned just in time to see it.

Boom!

From the vortex of dark clouds swirling in the sky, a massive, colorful beam of light descended to the earth less than a few kilometers from the town.

One after another, towering figures emerged from the beam. The air grew frigid, and frost spread across the ground, creeping outward.

Thor's eyes widened in rage as recognition struck him. "Loki! You've allied with the Frost Giants and brought them to Midgard to wage war? Asgard will never forgive you for the chaos you've unleashed on the Nine Realms!"

Thor's anger was palpable. He could forgive Loki for his lies, deceit, and betrayal. But now, Thor understood the value of peace—and how fragile it was.

For the sake of power, Loki had betrayed both him and Odin, stolen the Eternal Spear Gungnir, unleashed the Destroyer, and endangered innocent lives.

And now, he had joined forces with the Frost Giants to invade Midgard.

Thor clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. He could already envision the chaos this act would bring: war raging across the Nine Realms, kingdoms engulfed in flames, and untold suffering. Loki had lit the spark that would plunge everything into disorder.

At this moment, Thor hated that he was powerless. If he still had his divine strength, he would have flown to Asgard, beaten Loki senseless, and locked him away in the deepest dungeon.

Pietro, however, was far less concerned. He observed the growing army of Frost Giants with interest. "So these are Frost Giants? Fascinating."

Though he had encountered alien beings before, creatures like these were a rare sight.

Wanda, meanwhile, fixed her gaze on the figure leading the Frost Giants. A mischievous glint sparkled in her bright eyes, and she smiled.

"There's something intriguing about him," Wanda said softly. Her smile widened. "Today might just be a good day after all."

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