Divinity Detox: Gods Gone Viral

The temple shook as Tyr lunged.

Kara barely had time to react before Tommy intercepted him, the impact cracking the stone beneath their feet.

Tyr shouldn’t have been this fast.

He was once the Norse God of War and Justice, a warrior so devoted to honor that he had sacrificed his own hand to bind the chaos-wolf, Fenrir. He had been unshakable, uncorruptible, a god of law and order.

Now?

His replaced arm flickered with raw digital code, his once-fierce eyes now hollow, filled with glitching symbols where his pupils should have been.

Prometheus hadn’t just stolen his power.

He had rewritten him.

Tommy—formerly Thor, the strongest of the Norse gods, wielder of Mjölnir, and currently a gym owner with anger issues—gritted his teeth as he caught Tyr’s fist.

Lightning crackled at Tommy’s fingertips as he held Tyr back, muscles straining. But the moment their hands touched, something went wrong.

Tommy’s powers flickered. The static in the air shifted.

And then—his strength started draining.

His grip weakened.

"Oh, Hel no," Tommy muttered.

Tyr’s hollow gaze locked onto him. "You are already compromised," he said in a voice that was not entirely his own.

Then Tyr headbutted him.

Tommy stumbled back, cursing as Tyr’s corrupted arm pulsed again. His godly power was flickering like bad Wi-Fi.

Not good.

Erlang Shen—Celestial Enforcer, three-eyed god of divine law, and currently regretting his life choices—drew his enchanted spear, stepping between Kara and Ravi.

"The corruption is spreading," Erlang muttered. "If Prometheus has figured out how to infect divine beings—"

"He’s not getting my kid," Kara snapped.

Because if Tyr could be rewritten, what about Ravi?

Her three-year-old—who was currently munching on a Goldfish cracker like none of this was happening—wasn’t just an ordinary child.

Ravi was holding the Karma Codex, a relic capable of rewriting divine order itself.

And Prometheus wanted it.

No. Scratch that.

Prometheus needed it.

Which meant they needed to run.

Tyr moved again—this time toward Kara and Ravi.

Kara reacted instantly.

Her third arm shot from beneath her hoodie, gripping her celestial blade, glowing with divine energy.

Because before she was Kara Patel, exhausted suburban mom, she had been Kali, Goddess of Destruction, the Devourer of Time, the Ender of Worlds.

And she was not losing her son.

The moment Tyr’s corrupted hand reached for Ravi, she swung.

Her blade collided with his digitized limb, sending a shockwave through the temple.

Tyr staggered, his corrupted arm glitching violently, his expression flickering between pain and blank detachment.

"Go!" Kara shouted. "We need to—"

But before she could finish—

Ravi, still chewing on his Goldfish cracker, clapped his hands together.

And reality broke.

The entire temple shimmered, the very fabric of space-time distorting. The murals on the walls lit up, depicting shifting images of gods and machines, battles fought across dimensions.

And then—

The ground beneath them opened.

A gateway tore itself into existence.

Erlang swore. "The Codex is activating!"

Kara grabbed Ravi and jumped.

Tommy and Wukong followed without hesitation.

And just as the portal collapsed behind them, the last thing they saw was Tyr watching them, his corrupted body flickering… as if something inside him was still fighting.

Then—

Darkness.

And then—

They weren’t in the temple anymore.

They were somewhere else entirely.

To be continued…