"That was Asgard's most glorious age..."
There was a trace of pride in Loki's tone, and as he slowly recounted the tale, Mobius, who had read these stories countless times, could not help but become immersed in it as well.
"Thousands of sails raced across the stars, all realms bowed their heads. Wherever the cannons pointed, there lay justice. Asgard's fleets reached every corner of the universe. None failed to know the All-Father's mighty name. A civilization born upon a planet's oceans had finally ridden the winds and waves into the sea of stars..."
"During that prosperous Golden Age, not a single god of Asgard failed to take pride in our strength. Yet no one realized that the seeds of disaster had already begun to emerge..."
"Hela was born in that age, the jewel in the crown, the favored child protected by the Giant Wave Fleet."
"Perhaps you think Thor resembled Odin the most. But before Odin stopped speaking of Hela altogether, he told everyone that Hela would become Asgard's future queen."
"This Eldest Princess inherited every virtue of the All-Father: strength, dominance, an innate mind for war. He could command the respect of the generals under him and make them fight for him willingly."
"At the time, nearly everyone believed Hela represented an even more prosperous and glorious future for Asgard."
"But when that princess truly came of age, Odin realized that what awaited Asgard was a fate of inevitable destruction."
"After endless destruction and conquest came Ragnarok, from which there was no escape. Whether we stopped or not, we would die. But Odin knew he had to try to bring that chariot to a halt."
"And so Hela's existence became a tragedy. He was a queen born for invasion and destruction, but Odin no longer wanted him driving