Burned. Destroyed. Dead.
Everything was gone.
I'd found a home here. I'd finally found a place where I belonged. And they'd stolen that from me.
Odin may think he was winning, but he couldn't be more wrong.
Because he'd made a mistake. He'd left me alive, and I was going to make him pay.
Revenge would be mine. And once I was finished, the only blood running through the streets of Asgard would belong to the gods.