Godzilla|Marvel Saga Book 1: WORLDS COLLIDE

Part 19: Land of the Gods

OSAKA, JAPAN
2000

Whole square blocks of the center of the city were trashed, smashed through and demolished in the fight. True, Megaguirus had given Godzilla a tough time, tougher than the agile monster's physique might suggest. But now the fight was over, his opponent's great weapon now nothing but hollow shards that he had spat out. The ancient insect queen wailed, her tail stinger severed, her brain panicking. Godzilla wasted no time on ceremony, and unleashed the full wrath of his golden atomic breath.

The first blow knocked her from the sky, the nuclear fire consuming her. A second struck before she even hit the ground, obliterating the fiendishly fast foe once and for all.

As he watched her corpse burn, his anger was not yet sated, his urge to continue his ongoing war of revenge on humanity riled-up by battle-frenzy. Any buildings left standing in the area were now in his path of destruction.

This continued until a fiery object crashed into Godzilla's back, distracting and confusing him for a few moments. Where did it come from? Where was an aggressor to which he could focus his rage? Suddenly Godzilla felt a strange pull coming from the sky, he looked up and saw a familiar sight. A swirling black sphere collecting debris, racing, plummeting downwards. The ground here did not lend itself to quick burrowing as last time, so Godzilla had only one defense left.

His dorsal spines ignited, glowing with nuclear power, gathering for a great moment. Indeed his whole body shuddered from the internal furnace generating the needed combination of heat and force. Finally a stream of golden fire erupted like a volcano into the sky, the head of the beam swimming up the air, pulled into a rising spiral by the gravity of the Dimension Tide ballista. When the two forces impacted, the mini black hole was actually repelled for a moment, but only a moment as the stream of annihilation slammed into it.

The sphere of nothingness overcame the resistance and continued downwards, crashing into earth and monster alike with a thunderous contact. The ground shook and the impact zone was masked in a cloud of dust. A near minute passed before the effects were revealed; a smoking crater where Godzilla had stood. Dimension Tide was victorious, and calmness took control of the day.

THE ETERNAL REALM

It was the time of the Odinsleep, when the Allfather recovered his strength for the winter months. Unfortunately, this meant that Asgard was without its greatest means of protection.

The frost giants of Jotunheim, fire demons from Muspelheim, even a company of dark elves from Svartalfheim were among the multitudes of miserable and devious creatures that came to make war on the Eternal City. The plains outside of Asgard's mighty walls, as they had for countless years, served as the battlefield.

Fending off the hordes of monsters and villains, were the finest warriors in all the nine realms. Believing their seats in Valhalla theirs for the taking, they fought with a jovial confidence in the face of gnashing fangs and burning whips. Only those who died bravely on the field of battle would be chosen by the Valkyries, and would stand by Odin's side in the final days of Ragnarok.

Among the bravest and boldest of Asgard, were the Warriors Three; Hogun the grim, Fandral the dashing, and Volstagg the voluminous. As longtime comrades and renowned for their exploits both legitimate and exaggerated, it was in this yearly siege that they took pride in showing off their prowess.
Hogun with his mace used it to bash in the teeth of a fire-breathing lindorn before turning to uppercut an armored troll. Fandral parried with a dark elf, his swordsmanship deftly out maneuvering the cunning enemy. Volstagg bore himself a two-sided bearded axe in one hand, and a metal tankard in the other. As he used the axe to cleave the skull of an ogre, he took the chance to chug down another portion of mead.