The transition to the planet Warsh was like entering a physical hell that knew no mercy. The laws of physics here were not just numbers but actual instruments of torture for any living soul. This world, whispered to be the little brother of a black hole, possessed a crushing gravity that was beyond human imagination, to the point that any ordinary being would be turned into scattered atoms in the blink of an eye. Warsh was a planet slowly eating itself, its violent pull causing it to shrink day by day, making its surface composed of hyper-compressed matter harder than black diamond. In the middle of this cosmic noise and terrifying pressure, Thor stood with absolute firmness. His red cape did not flutter; it hung like a heavy sheet of solid lead due to the downward force. Blue sparks danced from his glowing eyes as he felt his own superhuman bones fighting against the urge to shatter under the weight. Thor gripped his hammer, Mjolnir, until his knuckles turned white, and decided to end the game of hide-and-seek. He took a massive leap that challenged the very gravity of the planet, reaching staggering heights, and at the peak of his jump, he summoned a bolt of lightning so immense it lit up the entire galaxy. He slammed the hammer into the ground upon his descent, sending a seismic shockwave that acted as a beacon to tell his opponent exactly where he stood.
From the wreckage of a mountain of molten iron emerged a being that personified majesty and dread. He did not walk; he strode with steps that made the very corners of the planet tremble. This was Perun, the master of the sky and thunder from ancient Slavic legends. He was a giant carrying the wrinkles of thousands of years on his face, with a silver beard that looked like storm clouds. Perun held a double-headed axe that hummed with an ancient, primal energy that had predated humanity by centuries. Thor stopped and looked at him with eyes burning with lightning. He asked in a booming voice why he had accepted this absurd war, explaining that he fought to protect humans and ensure the survival of the weak, then asked what Perun's motive was. Perun remained completely silent. Not a single word escaped his lips. His face was like a stone mask carved from a forgotten age. He simply raised his axe high, letting golden lightning dance around the blade. This silence was the only answer Thor needed; he realized that some legends do not fight for a logical reason, but because fighting is the very essence of their existence.
Then began the collision that could only be described as the end of the world. The first strike between Thor's hammer and Perun's axe destroyed sixty percent of the planet's surface in a single second. The hard crust of Warsh cracked like a glass marble, and molten metal erupted from the fissures to flood the battlefield. The fight continued for long hours under that suffocating pressure. Every strike from Thor's hammer pulverized the compressed matter of the planet into cosmic dust, while the strikes of Perun's axe were so powerful they made the planet's gravity seem like a passing joke. Thor turned the sky into a violent vortex of blue lightning, and Perun responded with golden bolts and earthquakes that flipped the planet upside down. The planet Warsh could no longer contain this massive amount of destructive energy. In one final, explosive moment, the two delivered a simultaneous blow, face to face, which ignited the core of the planet.
The explosion was horrific and magnificent at the same time. The planet didn't just break; it detonated like a cosmic bomb. A blinding white light swallowed everything, followed by a shockwave of fire and purple energy that expanded across the star system. The sphere of the planet vanished, replaced by an expanding ring of burning debris and ionized gas that looked like a blooming flower of death in the darkness of space. The force of the blast catapulted Thor and Perun thousands of kilometers into the deep void while they were both unconscious. In that critical moment, a mysterious, shimmering entity appeared in the vacuum to stop their momentum and save them from being lost forever in the darkness. This was the first battle to end in a draw. The entire universe, after seeing that explosion, realized that this war was capable of erasing civilizations and changing the history of existence forever. Every human and every hero understood that the mysterious entities had dragged everyone into an eternal war that would leave nothing behind.