First Chosen

Nothing in this world happened without reason. There was no love without reason, no hatred without reason, no fairness without reason, and no respect without reason.

Why had Hela demanded that Evenson kneel before her from the very beginning? In truth, she had never even considered the matter. Did something so obvious need consideration? The strong made demands, and the weak could only obey. The weak knelt before the strong. Wasn't that only natural?

As for your personal dignity and pride, that was your problem. Did she need to consider it for you? If you wanted her respect, that was fine, but first, you had to be worthy of it.

Just like the current situation. That fierce battle had ended in what could be called a draw. Hela had used every weapon she had stored in this world, yet she had failed to defeat Evenson. Evenson, meanwhile, had relied on the power of Sargeras's Scepter to block her attack, but he had been unable to harm Hela as well.

Thus, Hela felt that the strength Evenson had displayed was worthy of her respect. It was not impossible for her to make a small concession. Besides, they had neither old grudges nor recent enmity, nor did they have any irreconcilable conflict of interest. There was no need to fight to the death.

Most importantly, although Hela did not know how Evenson had gotten here, she knew that this prison allowed people in but never let them out. Her release was still far in the future. Before this, she could only endure here alone, living a terribly lonely life. Now that such an interesting little fellow had suddenly appeared, keeping him around to ease her loneliness was quite nice.

With a wave of Hela's hand, a longsword returned to her grasp, and