He was born with no magic, and his noble family threw him away. Twenty years later, he returned as a blacksmith—forgotten, dismissed, and mocked. Only his mother remembered him. His father still called him a disgrace. Then the enemy invaded, and his family stood on the edge of ruin. He stopped hiding. He picked up his hammer. The son they abandoned was no weakling—he was Thor's true heir, and the storm had finally come to burn their enemies to ash.
