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Holy Prism*

Thor paused, momentarily distracted by the sudden appearance of holy light armor enveloping his body. He turned to Forseti, who quickly reminded him, "Don't lose focus, Thor."

"Boom!"

But his reminder came a fraction too late. Thor was struck down by Proxima Midnight's beam, though fortunately, he sustained no serious injuries.

Quickly rising to his feet, Thor faced Proxima Midnight defiantly. "By the name of Odin, your end is near!"

With a roar, he lunged forward.

Despite the enhancement from the King's Blessing, Thor's advantage over Proxima Midnight was marginal. The holy light armor broke the stalemate, gradually tilting the battle in Thor's favor.

"Boom!"

Thor swung Mjölnir, unleashing a thunderous bolt straight at Proxima Midnight.

Swiftly evading the blow, Proxima Midnight barely dodged the heavy strike of Thor's warhammer.

Thor attempted to seize her halberd, but Proxima Midnight reacted swiftly. The halberd emitted a blue-purple light, burning Thor's palms and forcing him to release his grip.

Simultaneously, Thor summoned Mjölnir back, spinning it around for another assault on Proxima Midnight.

"Boom!"

This time, Proxima Midnight couldn't evade. She took a hard hit to her back, blood spewing from her mouth as she crashed to the ground.

Struggling to rise, she found herself pinned under Mjölnir's weight, unable to move it.

Frustration mixed with confusion. Why could Thor's hammer be wielded by others, but not her?

But there was no time for contemplation. Proxima Midnight swiftly grabbed her halberd, unleashing a dazzling beam of light that blasted through the battleship's deck beneath her.

"Boom!"

The powerful blast tore through the deck, revealing the outside world. Without hesitation, Proxima Midnight threw herself through the breach, her halberd glowing as it accompanied her in flight, mirroring Thor's hammer.

Meanwhile, Thor summoned Mjölnir and pursued her through the sky, the battle now taking to the heavens.

Emerging from the battleship, Thor raised Mjölnir high. Dark clouds gathered, crackling with lightning that streaked across the sky.

"Boom!"

Thunder rumbled as a bolt of lightning struck Proxima Midnight.

"Ahh!" She cried out in pain, struggling to regain control as she plummeted for a moment before steadying herself.

Having taken two heavy blows, she realized she could no longer match Thor's might and opted to retreat, fleeing into the distance.

Thor pursued, conjuring lightning strikes along the way.

"Roar!" Just as Thor was about to catch up, a Leviathan beast roared, crashing into him from the side.

"Boom!"

Thunderclouds converged as Thor summoned multiple lightning bolts, dispatching the Leviathan that had struck him before resuming his chase of Proxima Midnight.

But by now, she had gained considerable distance, making it unlikely for Thor to catch her anytime soon.

"Come to me, dear!" A familiar voice suddenly called out to Proxima Midnight.

Turning, she saw her husband, General Corvus Glaive, aboard a flying craft, waving to her.

"Corvus!" Proxima Midnight was severely injured and fatigued, her mind clouded. Though she wondered why he was there, she instinctively flew toward him.

"Are you alright?" Corvus asked, concerned.

Gasping for breath, Proxima Midnight rested a hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine... How did you get here? Is it Thanos--ah!"

Her words were cut short as a dagger pierced her heart.

"You..." Her voice trembled as she stared in disbelief at her husband, now revealed as Loki, with a sly smile.

"Sorry you had to see your beloved husband like this, in his final moments," Loki remarked casually, withdrawing his dagger.

Proxima Midnight collapsed lifeless.

Thor arrived just in time to witness the scene. "Loki, what have you done?"

"Simply eliminated an enemy," Loki replied nonchalantly.

Thor frowned disapprovingly. "We should defeat our foes honorably, as true warriors do."

Loki smirked. "I'm not a warrior; I'm a mage."

Thor sighed in frustration.

Meanwhile, Forseti's body blazed at thousands of degrees, his wings of holy light flickering like a fiery meteor. Anything in his path would be pierced or incinerated.

He had already obliterated over a hundred battleships, turning countless Chitauri soldiers into charred remnants in his wake.

Yet, the enemy fleet was vast, tens of thousands of warships filling the skies, overwhelming the defenders with relentless artillery fire.

Despite the efforts of Thor and other Asgardian powerhouses, victory seemed elusive, their defensive guns on the Skrull Fortress diminishing by the minute.

Even among the elite rebels and Protoss warriors under Forseti's command, casualties were mounting. It appeared that two or three thousand had already fallen in battle.

Surveying the chaos below, Rowe ascended to a vantage point, the holy light blazing in his eyes.

Stretching out his hands, he gathered radiant energy that coalesced into a sacred polyhedron, spinning between his palms.

"Holy Prism!"

With a gesture, Rowe launched the Holy Prism toward a densely packed enemy formation, where thousands clashed with his troops.

The sacred polyhedron, spinning at incredible speed, reached its target in an instant, detonating upon impact.

"Boom!"

A myriad of holy beams radiated outward, striking down enemies indiscriminately, whether Cree or Chitauri.

Allies caught in the holy light found their wounds miraculously healed, their weapons reinforced, and their resolve strengthened.

The Holy Prism's divine light dealt death or healing to living beings, while imbuing inanimate objects—weapons, armor, ship hulls—with radiant energy.

Rowe pointed again.

"Holy Shock!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Explosions reverberated as the radiant energy within enemy ranks detonated consecutively, wreaking havoc.

In moments, hundreds of adversaries lay vanquished.

Despite the spell's considerable energy drain, Forseti's efficiency was undeniable. If not for the cost, he would have continued unleashing holy prisms to swiftly bring an end to the battle with grace and efficiency.

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