Odin, the King of the Gods, gazed upon the bloody onslaught. All the fond hopes he had for humanity were mashed to little bits, along with his soldiers.
A frost giant thumped his way near Odin and lifted his mace to obliterate Odin. But before the mace descended to crush him, Odin ducked, bringing his sword up and into the Frost giant’s massive forehead. Uttering meaningless screams, the bleeding ogre stamped, then collapsed onto the shattered ruins of Asengard, the City of the Gods.
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