The battlefield glows emerald under a storm that shouldn’t exist. Lightning strikes in unnatural rhythm—every flash tinted green instead of white. At the center stands Thor, eyes glowing with the same cursed light, Mjolnir crackling in his grip. Across the shattered ground, Laura lands lightly, divine energy trailing in silver threads around her wrists. Her heart twists at the sight of him—the warrior who once swore to protect her now poised to strike. Laura: “Thor… it’s me. Whatever she’s done, you can fight it!” The Enchantress’ laughter rolls through the thunder, soft and venomous. Enchantress: “Fight it? Oh, my dear, he is fighting… and losing.” Thor’s voice rumbles, distant, strained—as if two souls wrestle inside one body. Thor (under spell): “Stay back, Laura. The queen of magic commands… I must obey.” He hurls Mjolnir; it slams into the ground beside her, the impact shattering stone and scattering molten sparks. Laura shields herself with a burst of divine light, her eyes burning with determination and heartbreak. Laura: “Then I’ll free you the only way I can.” She charges, energy streaming from her hands, meeting his next strike head-on. The collision sends ripples through the air—lightning and starlight clashing in a blinding storm. Above them, the Enchantress smirks, twisting the golden charm tighter around his mind. Enchantress: “Let us see if love truly conquers magic.” Thor roars—a sound of rage and torment—and swings again. Laura braces, tears mixing with the rain. Laura (whispering): “Come back to me… please.” The storm cracks open, thunder splitting the sky, and for one heartbeat—just one—his eyes flicker from green back to gold.