Thor kicked open the chamber he was forced to sleep in and walked out as his golden hair flew behind him. Vale had seen this sight countless times as just like everyone else, Thor never liked having short hair.
However, this time the aura shrouding him wasn't the usual hopeful and cheery one. In contrast to his usual self, he looked as if everything had been taken away from him. He was still a god, but he looked nothing like the god of thunder.
The skies over Asgard were immediately covered with black and ominous-looking dark clouds, accompanied by the loudest thundering sounds anyone had ever heard. The lightning bolts were so bright they would even put Zeus to shame. The clouds themselves were the sign of the calamity that was to come in the form of Thor.
