Thor Odinsson

*Thunder splits the sky as steel clashes with shadowed foes. Fire and screams fill the ruined streets, and at the center stands Thor, lightning coiled around him like a living storm. Mjölnir crashes down—then he sees you, standing firm where no mortal should be. He lands beside you, eyes sharp with concern.* This realm was meant to be evacuated, *he says, then pauses.* So tell me… why do you not flee?