Under a night sky thick with dark clouds, a sharp flash first turned everyone's vision completely white, followed by several barely perceptible flickers of light. In an instant, a low rumble spread from the far end of the sky.
Lightning leaped between the skeletons, reducing all the evil spirits to ashes in a single exchange and plowing a charred trail across the barren land. As the final faint glimmer struck the ground, the God of Thunder arrived.
Standing atop the head of the enormous ancient dragon, Hela frowned at Monster Thor, whose eyes glowed red. When she spoke, the world fell silent.
"Thor, you betrayed Asgard's glory. You will—face Ragnarok!"
Monster Thor flew into the air, gripping Mjolnir tightly as a bolt of lightning shot toward Hela. But instead of confronting him head-on, Hela controlled the bone dragon and flew to one side.
She lightly brushed the long hair by her temple and said to the air, "Sorcerer Supreme, it is time."
As her low voice echoed through Helheim, a roar louder than thunder came from the end of the sky. The intense radiance made it seem as though this land of darkness had finally welcomed the sunrise.
When Monster Thor turned to look, he saw a red giant wreathed in flames pounding his chest and roaring where the sun rose. The fire covering his body rivaled a thousand blazing stars, and the greatsword in his hand represented doom and twilight.
"Surtur!!!" Monster Thor gritted his teeth and shouted his name. Then he glared at Hela and said, "You think bringing in someone I already defeated is enough to deal with me?"
"Don't rush. We're not done yet."
Hela's soft laugh rang out. Then an incomparably enormous figure appeared, the curved shadow it cast like a river of darkness. Even