"It looks like it's all over."
Watching Fat Thor suddenly stop in the Mirror space, Stormbreaker hovering less than a centimeter from Hela's head, Noah sighed and spoke to Hermione beside him.
It was indeed over. Even an idiot could see that Hela had lost miserably.
Hela stood there with a complicated expression. She truly hadn't expected to lose so thoroughly.
Feeling the axe behind her head constantly radiating a terrifying aura, Hela sighed.
She had lost. Even if that damned mage hadn't severed her connection to Asgard, she probably still would have lost completely, wouldn't she?
This Thor, who claimed to share "unforgettable" memories with her, had become unimaginably powerful. Even outside Asgard, she would probably have been killed by him outright.
Still, Hela was unwilling to accept it. Thor from a parallel universe had come to help the Thor of this universe, so why couldn't the Hela from a parallel universe come to help her?
Though Hela was filled with indignation, she wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat. Besides, she had lost to Thor from a parallel universe, not Thor from this universe!
Taking a deep breath, Hela stood up and turned to look at Fat Thor, whose expression was equally complicated. At last, she nodded. "I lost. Congratulations on winning."
"I really want to kill you, but I know you aren't that Hela." Fat Thor shook his head. "I hope you behave yourself and don't do anything you shouldn't. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you!"
After saying that, Fat Thor ignored Hela and turned to wave at Noah, signaling that everything had been settled.
Naturally, Noah saw Fat Thor's gesture. He simply stood up, extended a finger, and pointed fiercely at the space ahead of him. Instantly, the space around Fat Thor and Hela shattered.
Very soon, the