Sam surveyed the vast army of invaders, tens of thousands strong, their nerves palpably rattled by his unexpected appearance.
The battlefield seemed frozen in time, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade.
On one side stood the scouts of another universe, their intentions clear: destruction, annihilation, harassment, and plundering.
On the opposing side loomed the Aesir gods and Valkyries of Norse mythology, guardians of the Nirvana universe, alongside their Emperor, the wrathful Son of the Universe.
Sam's eyes danced with a myriad of colors before settling into a confident grin. "There's no way these bastards are truly unkillable. There must be a reason why they keep coming back."
Without a moment's hesitation, Sam summoned the Spear of Torment and charged headlong into the invaders, paying no heed to the Aesir gods and Valkyries.
As he reached the frontline, Sam deftly wielded the spear, slashing with precision and purpose.
