Marvel: Silver Hand

The air inside the chamber shifted.

The moment Odin's spear, Gungnir, struck the golden floor, the entire room trembled.

A deep, ancient force stirred beneath their feet.

Alexander's instincts screamed at him as a presence unlike anything he had ever felt filled the chamber.

Then—out of nothingness—a weapon appeared.

It was chained.

Massive divine shackles held it in place, embedded into the very walls of the room as if even Asgard itself was afraid of letting it roam free.

And yet, despite the chains, the weapon pulsed with an incomprehensible energy.

Alexander staggered back.

Not out of fear—

But because he could feel it.

A connection.

Something deeper than blood.

Something that reached into his very soul.

"Celebrimbor… do you feel that?"

Celebrimbor's wraithly voice whispered back, filled with awe.

"Yes. That weapon… it is alive."

Alexander's silver eyes widened as he stepped closer, his gaze now locked onto the weapon that seemed to be calling to him.

It was a chakram discus—a massive, circular weapon with a hollow center.

Its design was both beautiful and terrifying—the outer rim lined with jagged, bladed protrusions, forming a perfect fusion of elegance and lethality.

It seemed to be made of a bronze-like metal, but Alexander knew immediately that it was far stronger than any material he had ever seen before.

Embedded along its surface were glowing gems, each one burning like a miniature sun.

But what caught his breath the most—

Was the hollow center.

Where there should have been empty space—there was instead a blinding cosmic light.

It pulsed like the heart of a dying star, radiating a power so overwhelming that even Celebrimbor, a wraith who had stood beside Sauron himself, seemed taken aback.

"This is no mere weapon, Alexander," he whispered in his mind.

"This… is a force of creation."

The weapon twitched.

The moment it sensed Alexander's presence—

It shook violently, rattling against its chains.

Odin took a step back, his one eye narrowing.

Then—

The chains snapped.

The room exploded with energy as the weapon broke free, sending out a wave of force that nearly threw Alexander to the ground.

It shot forward like a meteor.

Straight for his head.

"GRAAHH!" Alexander roared as he raised his hands, but before he could even react—

The weapon merged into his forehead.

His entire body seized.

A burning, cosmic pain seared through his skull as the weapon's energy fused into him.

And then—a mark appeared.

Right on his forehead.

Its shape was identical to the chakram.

Jagged. Bladed. Ornate.

It glowed with divine fire, radiating the same cosmic energy that had been within the weapon.

Alexander stumbled back, gasping.

His veins burned with power.

It felt as if his very soul had been reforged.

He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breathing. "The hell was that?"

He looked up at Odin. "What just happened to me?"

Odin, for the first time since their meeting, looked solemn.

"That," he said, "was your inheritance."

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "That was the divine weapon of Eldrborinn."

Odin nodded.

"Just as I wield Gungnir. Just as Thor wields Mjolnir. Eldrborinn wielded the greatest of all Asgardian weapons."

Alexander's mind raced. The moment that weapon had touched him, he had felt something ancient flow into him. Something beyond words.

Slowly, he exhaled. "…What's it called?"

Odin's one eye darkened.

"Eldhringr."

Alexander frowned. "Eld… what?"

"Eldhringr." Odin repeated. "The Ring of Fire."

Alexander stared. The name alone sent a shiver down his spine.

"The mightiest of all Asgardian weapons," Odin continued. "Stronger than Mjolnir. Stronger than Gungnir."

Alexander blinked. "Wait, stronger than Mjolnir?"

He had assumed Thor's hammer was the pinnacle of Asgardian weaponry. But now Odin was telling him that his new weapon surpassed it?

"How come I've never heard of this?" Alexander asked, narrowing his eyes. "If this thing is the strongest Asgardian weapon, why is it not in the myths? And why have I never heard of Eldrborinn?"

Odin sighed.

He turned, walking to the center of the room, and slowly lowered himself to the ground.

"Sit, Alexander."

Alexander hesitated for a moment—then sat.

"This," Odin said, "is a long story."

Alexander exhaled.

"Then let's hear it"