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Asgard. The Bifrost Bridge.
Clockwork's golden form dissolved. Jake stood in his own skin, hands in pockets, casual as a man who'd just finished taking out the trash.
Which, technically, he had.
Hela stood rigid. The shock in her death-pale eyes faded — replaced by a fury so absolute it bent the air around her.
She was Hela. Odin's firstborn. The embodiment of death itself. And her ally — the self-proclaimed Overlord of the Universe — had just been flicked into another dimension like garbage.
"Do you think this is the END, mortal?!"
Her shriek cracked the crystal beneath their feet. Her black hair exploded outward, forming the iconic thorned crown — antlers of death, sharp as blades, rising from her skull like a coronation.
She spread her arms wide. The divine power beneath Asgard — the same source that made her immortal on this ground — surged in response.
"I am the MASTER of Asgard! As long as I stand on this soil, my power is INFINITE!"
BOOM!
The realm shook. Black Necroswords materialized — not hundreds this time. Thousands. Tens of thousands. They filled the sky like a dark river suspended overhead, every point aimed at Jake and Thor.
"DIE!"
Hela swept her arms down. The black sword-rain fell — shrieking, air-ripping, dense enough to blot out the burning sky.
"WATCH OUT!" Thor's twin blades blazed with lightning, ready to throw himself forward as a shield—
"Step back, Thor."
Jake stopped him with one hand. And smiled.
The Omnitrix had been busy during the Vilgax fight — cataloguing energy signatures, analyzing the high-dimensional spatial contact from the Null Void portal. And it had found something new. A gene that responded to exactly this kind of energy saturation.
"Perfect timing. Let's test the new guy."
Jake spun the dial to an icon crackling with blue electrical arcs and slammed it down.
SZZZT — BOOOM!!
An azure energy pillar erupted skyward, scattering the first wave of falling swords like leaves in a hurricane.
Jake's body petrified — but not into ordinary stone. Living rock, veined with cracks that blazed with compressed blue energy. A star sealed inside a mountain. Four massive energy spikes jutted from his shoulders, arcing with dangerous electricity.
Shock Rock. Fulmini.
"This feeling..." Jake clenched a fist of rock and lightning, feeling the current surge through every crack. "Full of energy."
He looked up at the sword-rain — thousands of Necroswords descending like a black avalanche — and laughed.
"Come on, Death Queen. Let's see if your toothpicks can pierce this."
He crossed his arms.
"Energy Shield!"
BZZZZ!!
Blue energy erupted from his core and condensed into a massive translucent barrier — a dome of compressed power that covered the bridge.
CLINK-CLINK-CLINK-CLINK-CLINK—!
Thousands of Necroswords struck the shield in a continuous barrage. The sound was deafening — metallic, percussive, relentless.
But on contact with the blue energy, the swords didn't bounce. They didn't pierce. They dissolved. Like ice hitting magma, each blade disintegrated on impact, its divine energy converting into pure power that flowed into the shield.
And into Jake.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Hela's pupils contracted. She could feel her attacks being eaten.
"Not done yet!"
Jake's chest armor cracked open. The blue core inside blazed like a captive star.
"Conservation of energy, Your Majesty. Every sword you threw? I just absorbed it."
SZZZT-SZZZT-SZZZT!
Shock Rock's core ability — Energy Absorption and Reshaping. Every joule of divine power that Hela had launched was now stored inside Jake's body. The blue light grew brighter — blinding white — the air ionizing, ozone filling the bridge.
"Now I'm giving it ALL back. With interest."
Jake dismissed the shield. Raised his right hand. The accumulated energy converged in his palm and solidified — forging itself into a forty-meter energy battle-axe, blazing blue-white, crackling with power that was equal parts alien and Asgardian.
"Energy Battle-Axe — SKY SPLITTER!"
BOOOOM!!
The axe swung down. A blue slash tore along the Bifrost's surface, carving through crystal, through the remaining sword-rain, through everything between Jake and Hela.
The Goddess of Death summoned obsidian shields — layer after layer, stacking desperately.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Paper. Each shield shattered on contact with energy that was, fundamentally, her own power reflected back at amplified magnitude.
The slash hit Hela dead center and launched her — the Goddess of Death, Odin's firstborn, master of Asgard — like a baseball into the Golden Palace ruins. Stone, gold, and rubble erupted in a cloud that covered half the skyline.
One strike. Field cleared.
"Satisfying."
Jake dismissed the energy axe, dusted rock debris from his hands, and surveyed the quiet battlefield.
A groan from the ground.
"Ugh... my head..."
Bruce Banner — who had been face-down on the Bifrost since his spectacularly failed entrance — clutched his forehead and staggered upright. He looked around. Vilgax: gone. Giant wolf: gone. Hela: buried in rubble. The entire battlefield had been resolved while he was unconscious.
"What happened?" Banner stared at the blue rock figure. "Did I transform? Did I win?"
Jake detransformed and walked over. Patted Banner's shoulder with genuine solemnity.
"You took an Asgardian bridge to the face. Very brave. But now—"
"HULK!!"
Before Jake could finish, the Hulk consciousness — sensing the post-battle calm and finding it deeply offensive — surged forward.
Banner's skin flushed green. Muscles erupted. Clothes shredded.
Hulk — online. Again. Late. Again.
The big green brute looked around furiously, fists clenched, ready to smash.
Nothing to smash. The entire Bifrost was clear except for Thor and Jake.
Hulk scratched his head. Looked at Jake with an expression that was, unmistakably, sulky.
He pointed at the distant ruins. "Big sister... gone?"
"Gone."
He pointed at where Fenrir had been. "Big wolf... gone?"
"Also gone. All handled." Jake shrugged. "Your fault for sleeping in."
"Hulk... HATES... sleeping!" Hulk sat down on the bridge with a thud and crossed his arms. A three-hundred-pound child in a tantrum.
Thor watched this scene, twin blades trembling in his grip. His eyes held gratitude. Shock. And beneath both — a quiet shame.
If Asgard always needed Jake Rivers to save it, then what was the God of Thunder for?
"Jake." Thor took a breath. Lightning stirred around him — not from weapons, but from within. "Thank you. But as you once said... this is my family matter."
In the distant ruins, Hela was rising. Disheveled. Damaged. But Asgard's soil was already feeding her, repairing the wounds, restoring the power. As long as she stood on this ground, she couldn't truly be defeated.
Jake stepped back. Yielded the center of the bridge.
He knew this moment belonged to Thor.
"Go, Thor."
Jake pointed at the sky.
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