At the center of the bridge, trapped within a shimmering, cube-shaped prison of white light, floated Odin.

"You saved us," Volstagg continued, shouting to be heard through the barrier. "You closed the tear. You are home. Look at me! Look at Asgard!"

A jet of purple, chaotic energy screamed out of the vent, shooting into the sky like a geyser. The pressure inside the Flash Lock dropped instantly.

When he looked up, the rain had stopped. Or rather, it was suspended. The golden drops hung in the air, frozen in time.