The woman in heavy armor stood ready, her emotions deeply complicated.
Because she was Sigrun, the Valkyrie whom Evenson had resurrected in Hela's prison. She had once fought tirelessly to expand Asgard's territories, only to die on the battlefield in a royal power struggle. Now, seeing the familiar Bifrost again and the compatriots about to appear, she truly did not know how she should face them.
Then there was the fact that... she raised a hand and pressed a button on her shoulder. The music called Ride of the Valkyries, which had been playing ever since she leaped off the motorcycle, finally stopped.
Who the hell installed that idiotic feature? I really wanted to give him a proper verbal beatdown!
Once the multicolored light and swirling dust cleared, a valiant female warrior stood there. It was an old acquaintance—Sif.
But Sif's attire was somewhat different from usual. She still carried a sword and shield and wore silver women's armor, but instead of her usual bearskin cloak, she had a short red cape draped diagonally over her right shoulder, adorned with a silver medal.
"Who are you?" Sigrun asked stiffly, her face stern. When she had died, Sif had probably still been a little girl. It was only natural that she did not recognize her.
Sif, meanwhile, regarded the heavily armored woman with some caution. By a warrior's instinct and years of battlefield experience, she could tell that this woman was far from ordinary. She even faintly sensed that she might be a formidable opponent.
"This is Lady Sif, one of Thor's companions and an ally of Earth," McNair stepped forward to explain.
But Sigrun did not even turn her head. She coldly snapped, "I wasn't asking you." Her gaze remained fixed on Sif, though she was paying even closer attention