Mass release In honour to the support {11/10} extra release
Hendricks' heart throbbed wildly, agitated by the failure of his mind control over Trisha. He could scarcely believe the turn the battle had taken, far worse than he could have ever anticipated. The poison coursing through his veins was ravaging his body, burrowing deeper into his system with each passing second. Every breath was a laborious effort, every movement a herculean task.
How had he lasted this long? It was a miracle.
But miracles run dry.
Suddenly, the end of a hammer slammed into the base of his back with a thunderous *THWACK*, the force shattering his spine like brittle glass. The excruciating pain shot up his body like fire, and Hendricks let out a guttural scream. "YAAAHHHK!" The agony rippled through him as he collapsed, writhing on the ground. His legs... they were useless now. Paralyzed.
He could barely move, the venom and the crippling blow rendering him helpless.
*No! I refuse to die like this!* Hendricks' mind screamed in defiance. He clawed at the ground, dragging himself forward. He was Hendricks—this old, decrepit body he had possessed was failing him, but he could still escape. He had to. His fingers scraped the floor as he pulled himself forward, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Thor, standing tall, recalled his hammer back into his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, as if it were a toy returning to its master. He spun the weapon in his grip, toying with it, smirking down at the squirming form of Hendricks. Loki stood by his side, both brothers a united front of power and cruelty.
"Run, earthworm!" Thor sneered, his voice mocking. "No matter how you change your appearance, your true nature always shows. You're nothing more than filth."
Hendricks cursed inwardly, frustrated beyond measure. His old man's body, once useful, was now a burden. He even tried to detach himself, to abandon this husk, but the corruption had spread too far. His skin was peeling, cracking, the poison drying it into a shriveled mask that clung to his face.
"Don't worry," Loki chimed in, his grin as sharp as his brother's. "We won't kill you just yet. We've got a friend—Josh Roark, SS-rank hunter. He'll be thrilled to use you for his little experiments."
Thor chuckled darkly, tossing his hammer lightly into the air. This time, the weapon didn't come crashing down with full force but landed on Hendricks' skull with just enough weight to keep him pinned. The pressure was unbearable, far worse than death. Hendricks' vision blurred, the darkness at the edges closing in.
He could feel the hammer's weight crushing him, trapping him like an insect under a boot.
"Now that we've stamped the worm into place..." Thor's voice trailed off as he grabbed Loki's chin, tilting his brother's head to face a new scene.
***
"Don't thank me yet. You'll owe me for this," Axel teased, his smile making Seo crack a faint grin despite his pain. Trisha chuckled softly as well, the tension lifting for a brief moment.
Finally, it seemed like everything was over.
Or so they thought.
*SPLOOSH!*
The atmosphere changed in an instant. Axel's ears were filled with a deafening ring, drowning out every other sound around him. He blinked, confused, raising his gaze to Trisha. She was shouting something, her eyes wide in terror, but Axel couldn't hear her words over the overwhelming ringing.
His mind was spinning. *What's happening?*
A notification appeared before his eyes.
[You have been stabbed by an Eternal Blade. Your system has been disabled. You have reverted to human stage.]
*Stabbed?* Axel's gaze dropped slowly to his chest, where he saw it—the sparkling tip of a blade, its sharp end embedded deep where his heart was.
*Fuck... what the fuck...*
Axel's mind reeled in shock. He turned his head, his eyes wide, desperate to find the culprit. His heart pounded in his chest, the world around him dimming.
And then he saw her.
"Mum?"
***Author's note***
I'm so exhausted... Building all that suspense up to this moment. THANKS FOR READING. NO ONE IS SUPPORTING ANYMORE. PLEADE SUPPORT.