"We should try to warn others who veer too close," Gohan said, his tone steady but purposeful. Vermont gave a curt nod as Gohan's aura snapped into life—his Ultra Ego form blazing with violet fire, almost daring the void itself to resist.
Glancing at his hand, Gohan's eyes narrowed, though not in frustration. More like awe at what he now carried. I really am… beyond what I was before. With a deep breath, he pressed his palm outward, and a colossal barrier of energy took shape—purple walls stretching without end in every direction, cutting a bright scar across the black canvas of the Abyss.
"So, what, you're just building a wall?" Tony broke the silence, his brow raised. "What are you, Donald Trump?"
Gohan tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly at the name. "I'm not too sure who that is… but not exactly," he replied, calm but firm. "It's not meant to stop anyone. Anyone passing through will be able to sense my intent—if they're paying attention. Think of it less like a wall, more like… a warning sign in a language only gods can read."
Thor's eyes locked on the barrier, his grip on Mjolnir tightening. He muttered under his breath, almost reverent: "Turn back… Phantom Sovereign lies beyond the wall…"
Gohan nodded faintly, as if confirming the Thor's instincts. "But don't be fooled. It doesn't go on forever. It just feels that way."
The silence that followed was heavier this time, each Avenger processing what exactly "warning the gods" even meant.
"Let's cut through the Sixth Dimension," Gohan added finally, his tone shifting back to practical. "Unless you really want to spend half a year cramped in this Cube." He raised his hand again, slicing open a new path with a single sweep, and the Cube lurched forward.
After a beat, Gohan glanced over the group, a faint smile on his lips. "I don't want to assume, but… you're all from Earth, right?"
That earned him a round of startled looks.
"And if we are?" Natasha shot back, cool and controlled, though her eyes betrayed curiosity.
"Donald Trump sounds like a human name," Gohan added casually, connecting the dots. "American, specifically. I've been there before." The Avengers' stunned expressions widened as he went on, tone easy but matter-of-fact. "And because you look human. Most of you, anyway. I'm headed to another Earth. You'd be surprised how many of those there are. I can drop you off, let you get your bearings somewhere familiar."
His gaze lingered on Thor, and the smile grew just a little. "And I'd like you to meet some allies of mine. The Justice League. They'll know what to do with a team like you. And besides…" Gohan's eyes flickered briefly to Mjolnir. "I'm guessing the blond guy's a god too."
Thor lifted his hammer, puffing with pride. "Aye. And what of it?"
Gohan chuckled faintly, his tone quiet but respectful."Do you train often? You must have incredible potential."
Thor felt a strange thrill crawl up his spine. Though he knew himself to be a god of immense power, the question—spoken by someone whose very presence radiated a level of mastery he'd never encountered—made him shiver slightly. Not from fear, but from recognition. A warrior's instinct whispering this one understands power.
"My father blessed me with my wisdom and the mighty Mjolnir!" Thor declared proudly, holding the hammer aloft. "The hammer allows me to control my strength with greater precision."
Gohan nodded, stepping forward. His expression softened, almost curious, as he extended his hand—silently asking for the weapon. 'Could I have a look at your hammer?'
The Avengers froze. None of them dared breathe. Even Thor hesitated for a moment before his lips curved into a grin. With a slight nod, he lifted Mjolnir toward Gohan, shifting his grip to make room on the handle.
A quiet hum filled the air. As Gohan's fingers neared the weapon, Mjolnir moved. The hammer trembled, its runes flaring faintly as if responding to his presence. Then, almost reverently, it drifted into Gohan's hand.
Thor released his hold, eyes wide. "Well," he muttered under his breath, "that's… new."
Gohan studied the weapon closely, turning it in his grasp. "These runes… they're remarkably refined," he murmured. "The one who forged this must have been a craftsman of extraordinary talent. I can feel the care that went into every line of its creation."
Mjolnir answered with a low growl of thunder.
"'Whosoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor,'" Gohan read softly. His gaze lifted, thoughtful. "A self-sustaining enchantment, keyed directly to a "Odin's" divine authority. It judges one's resonance with Asgard's laws—not simple morality. Your All-Father must be a wise and powerful god."
He flipped Mjolnir once, the motion smooth and precise. A spark of lightning arced across the Cube. "I can agree with this," Gohan said with quiet amusement. "Vermont, if you would, bring me the Z-Sword."
With a flick of the Angel's staff, the massive blade appeared, its edge glinting like captured starlight.
"This is the Z-Sword," Gohan explained, holding both weapons side by side. "Similar concept to Mjolnir, but… I never bothered with enchantments." His tone carried a faint self-awareness, as if realizing just how casually he'd said that.
He glanced at his attendant. "Do you think Makaiya could forge enchantments into it? Something akin to this hammer?"
"Most likely," Vermont replied smoothly, "though at present, the Z-Sword remains far too heavy for any mortal to wield. Only Lady Strix could possibly wield the Z-sword at this moment."
The air grew still again. For a brief moment, the scene felt timeless—two relics of divine craftsmanship resting in the hands of one being. The Avengers could only stare—awed, silent, and very aware that they were standing before something that even gods might bow to.
Tony broke the silence first, his voice tight with a mix of disbelief and fascination. "Right, so—hammer envy aside—did you just say Lady Strix? Is another god?"
Vermont smiled faintly. "You have no cause for alarm, Man of Iron. Lady Strix serves under the dominion of Lord Gohan. She is formidable, yes, but her concern lies far beyond your sphere."
"Yeah," Rhodey muttered under his breath, "and I'm real comfortable knowing we're beneath the concern of people who can juggle swords as heavy as buildings."
Thor's gaze flickered between the weapons, his warrior's pride tempered now by reverence. "Tell me, Lord Gohan—this Z-Sword of yours, could it shatter Mjolnir?"
Gohan regarded him calmly. "It could, and vice verse," he admitted, "but only if I willed it to. Power without restraint is destruction without purpose. Mjolnir's strength lies in its harmony with you. Mine lies in its dissonance with everything else."
That answer made Thor pause—a rare moment where even he had no retort.