In the frozen, hand-drawn peaks of Jotunheim, there was a glitch in the fate of Thora.
But as Thora stood over the fallen body of Jormungand, having barely broken a sweat, she looked at her hands. The struggle was gone. The glory of Valhalla was built on the honor of the fight, the desperation of the dodge, and the triumph over impossible odds.
By bypassing the trial, she had bypassed the worthiness. The Trainer had made her a god, but in doing so, it had ensured she would never truly be a hero. She reached into the air, deleted the rune, and felt the cold wind of Jotunheim bite her skin once more.