Lost Son Of Thor and Storm

Bittersweet Release

Doctor Strange, sensing the gravity of the situation, decided it was time for a private conversation with Thor. With a subtle wave of his hand, he dismissed the other heroes, leaving only Thor and himself in the meeting hall.

The room, once bustling with activity, now fell into an eerie silence as the last of the heroes exited, leaving Thor and Doctor Strange alone amidst the dimly lit chamber. The air crackled with tension, a palpable energy that mirrored the seriousness of their discussion.Doctor Strange approached Thor, his expression solemn. 

"Thor, the situation we face is dire. As I delved deeper into the nature of the wormhole, I uncovered troubling discoveries," he began, his voice carrying the weight of his findings.

Thor's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the Sorcerer Supreme. "What did you find, magician?" he asked, his voice low and tinged with concern.

Doctor Strange hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I detected remnants of Asgardian magic emanating from the core of the wormhole, but that's not all. There were two distinct magical signatures present," he explained, his tone grave.

Thor's brow furrowed in confusion. "Two magical signatures? What does that mean?" he inquired, his expression growing increasingly troubled.

Doctor Strange sighed, knowing the impact of his revelation. "One signature bore the unmistakable scent of death, Hela's magic," he revealed, bracing himself for Thor's reaction. "But the other... it was almost new, yet strangely familiar. It reminded me of your own magic, but twisted, corrupted."

Thor's features darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. "And what of this other signature, magician?" he demanded, his voice betraying a mix of anger and apprehension.

Doctor Strange met Thor's gaze with unwavering resolve. "It was the power I sensed from your son," he confessed, his tone solemn.

Thor's shock was palpable, his expression a mixture of disbelief and rage. He rose from his seat with such force that the table cracked under the impact of his hand. "Do not yell at me, Asgardian," Doctor Strange cautioned, his tone icy. "But it was the power I sensed from your son."

Meanwhile, in the realm of Hel, Raiden slowly stirred from his unconscious state. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a dimly lit chamber surrounded by shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, and a chill settled over him as he realized where he was.

As Raiden attempted to sit up, he noticed Hela standing vigil by his side, her expression a mask of unreadable emotions. "You're awake," she remarked, her voice tinged with surprise.Raiden nodded weakly, his mind still foggy from his ordeal. "Hela... what happened? Did it work?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hela regarded him with a mixture of concern and apprehension. "Yes, it worked," she replied cryptically, her eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty.

Raiden furrowed his brow, sensing there was more to the story than Hela was letting on. "Where are we?" he inquired, his gaze sweeping the dimly lit chamber.

Hela hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "We are in Hel, the realm of the dead," she explained, her tone somber. "As for why you feel different... that is a question that only time will answer."