Chapter 11: Heralds of the Devourer
The Storm Approaches
The great golden doors of Asgard's throne room trembled as the sound of battle echoed through the halls. Outside, the sky was darkened by ominous purple clouds, crackling with cosmic energy. The Bifrost pulsed with unstable power, its connection to other realms disrupted.
Nitron stepped forward, his optics narrowing as he processed the words of the battered Asgardian guard.
> "The Heralds of Galactus... they're here."
Odin's grip on Gungnir tightened, his one good eye filled with grim understanding.
> "It seems fate moves faster than expected."
A thunderous explosion rocked the palace as the walls trembled under the force of an external impact. The guard collapsed, exhausted and wounded, but Nitron had no time to assist. He could already hear the sound of battle intensifying outside.
A sudden pulse of cosmic energy rippled through the air, and in a burst of blinding light, three figures materialized inside the throne room.
Arrival of the Heralds
They floated effortlessly above the ground, their mere presence bending the space around them.
Terrax the Tamer, his massive battle axe pulsing with power, cracked his neck as he gazed at Odin and Nitron with a smirk.
Firelord, wreathed in cosmic flames, twirled his staff, his burning eyes locked onto the Asgardian throne.
Morg, the most brutal among them, grinned, his dark silver armor absorbing the ambient energy of the realm.
> "All-Father," Terrax sneered, "Galactus demands an audience."
Odin exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable. "I assume you have not come simply to talk."
> "No," Morg growled, "we've come to make an example."
With blinding speed, Morg launched forward, his fist coated in raw cosmic force, aiming directly for Odin's head.
But before the blow could land—
CLANG!
Morg's attack was intercepted.
Nitron stood firm, his arm braced against Morg's strike. The sheer force sent shockwaves through the throne room, causing the golden pillars to tremble.
> "I don't care what cosmic entity you serve," Nitron growled, his optics burning. "If you come seeking destruction, you'll have to go through me."
Morg grinned. "Gladly."
The Battle Begins
In an instant, chaos erupted in Odin's hall.
Morg and Nitron clashed, exchanging devastating blows that shook the very foundations of Asgard. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling outward.
Terrax swung his colossal axe, aiming to cleave Odin in half, only for the All-Father to parry with Gungnir, the impact sending cosmic sparks flying.
Firelord unleashed a torrent of cosmic flames, setting the air ablaze as golden Asgardian banners burned away in the heat.
Nitron gritted his teeth as Morg's brutal punches rained down on him. The Herald was fast and merciless, his strikes carrying the raw destruction of Galactus himself. But Nitron wasn't just any warrior.
Activating his Cybertronian battle protocols, he sidestepped, dodging Morg's next attack before slamming a metallic knee into his gut.
> "You're strong," Nitron admitted. "But I've fought monsters before."
With a mighty push, he sent Morg skidding backward.
Morg wiped the trickle of silver blood from his lip, grinning. "And yet, you're no god."
Suddenly, the Bifrost cracked—
A massive rift tore open in the sky. A shadow loomed over Asgard.
Galactus had arrived.
A God Among Gods
Nitron felt it instantly—an overwhelming, unfathomable pressure. Every atom of his being screamed in warning. This wasn't just power… this was an entity beyond mortal comprehension.
Odin's expression remained stoic as the Devourer of Worlds descended.
> "The game has changed," Galactus's voice echoed across the cosmos. "Asgard… shall fall."
Nitron clenched his fists.
The true war was only just beginning.
To be continued…