The Thunder Crow watched as the mighty thunder struck Big Gray with overwhelming force, its lips curling into a faint smile.
This big idiot definitely can't absorb such a massive amount of energy, so the Thunder Crow can imagine its end.
That would be like fireworks bursting into pieces.
Unfortunately, when the intense light dissipated, Big Gray remained unharmed, wielding Mjolnir, its fierce eyes fixed on the Thunder Crow.
How could it feel more powerful than before?
Roar, Big Gray let out a deafening growl.
The Thunder Crow was entirely blue, with its head adorned with numerous blue feathers.
Its claws were exceptionally sharp, each fingertip like a razor-sharp dagger.
The Thunder Crow had three pairs of wings, with its abdomen having a phantom leg made of thunder.
Runes of thunder appeared on its feathers, and even its eyes were etched with thunder runes.
It was a born Thunder Emperor, commanding thousands of Thunder Crows.
