Benevolence Exhausted, Wings Spent
"Do you even know what you're doing?!"
"Thor!"
"What you're doing is changing history!"
"What's being changed is still history from two thousand years ago!"
"Do you know how serious the consequences of doing this will be?!"
"Do you even know?!"
Rocket Raccoon, enraged to see Thor unleash Mjolnir, grabbed his clothes and berated him sternly.
"I'm sorry, but I have no other choice."
He couldn't ignore his mother's injury.
No! You do!
"You should know better than I what kind of injuries your mother will suffer!"
That's not enough to end your mother's life!
The increasingly enraged Rocket leaped onto Thor's shoulder, grabbed his collar, and roared.
"So, you're just asking me to stand by and do nothing about this?"
"She is my mother, my biological mother, do you know that?"
"Oh, I forgot, you probably have no idea what the concept of a biological mother really is."
Thor, who was being grabbed by the collar, mocked him mercilessly.
"What did you say?" The Rocket clenched his fists, never expecting Thor to say such a thing.
"Listen, I—"
Thor, realizing the inappropriateness of his earlier remark, softened his tone. However, before he could finish speaking, a dense, seemingly endless sea of weapons surged towards him!
The overwhelming sense of crisis caused Thor's apologies to abruptly cease. Instead, he grabbed the bewildered Rocket and leaped towards a nearby stall.
"Listen, I'm sorry I said those things to you. You should know I didn't mean it."
"So, could you please wait here for me for a moment?"
"Stay here and don't move. I'll be right back, understand?" Thor put the Rocket down and stood up, his gaze then turning to Hela, who was searching for him in the sky.
He resolutely walked in the direction she was.
He casually picked up a horse-face mask hanging on an unknown stall, put it on his face, and concealed his true appearance.
"Who are you?"
Thor, who was going against the flow of the crowd, quickly attracted Hela's attention.
Mjolnir was a weapon forged by Odin for her, so why is this masked person able to use it?
"I?"
"Just a passing Asgardians, nothing more."
Even loose clothing couldn't hide his large belly and unkempt facial features. To distinguish himself from his future self, Thor even tried to imitate Beckett's sentence structure.
Even Hela couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by that familiar tone.
"As a citizen of Asgard, I do not recognize you as our king."
"You are too cruel."
"Clearly you do not possess any of the qualities to become king."
Thor, beneath the horse's face, raised his hand toward Mjolnir, who had fallen at his mother Frigga's feet.
The hammer, two thousand years later, is broken, but fortunately, it seems to still be usable.
Fighting his incredibly cruel sister requires a good weapon.
"Oh? Interesting."
An extremely strange feeling had been lingering in Hela's mind ever since Thor appeared, which further fueled the murderous intent that was growing wildly within Hela.
"Since that's the case, then you shall die." The rampaging power of death gathered again, and just as Hela was about to unleash a fatal Hela, another figure suddenly appeared before her.
He firmly restrained her arms.
Clad in golden armor, his white beard fluttering in the wind!
"Father?!"
Odin!
Odin, who reappeared on the field, nodded to his wife, and his casual glance at Thor caused the latter's slightly bloated body to stiffen instantly.
"How is this possible?!"
Hela didn't feel the same thorn in Thor's side; her heart was filled with horror.
"Everything you have is a gift from me, Hela."
"This includes your power."
After meeting with an old friend, Odin, who also donned armor, displayed his immense power Lord of the Nine Realms.
Without the Mind Stone to amplify her power, Hela could never break free from her father Odin's control, no matter how much she struggled.
Snap!
A resounding slap left a clear five-finger mark on Hela's fair cheek.
"You are my daughter, the future heir of Asgard, and no one can deny that."
"However, you must remember one thing."
"The throne you want to seize can only be given to you by me, not taken by you."
"Because I am your father."
Boom!!!
A visible silver-white light emanated from Odin's left palm, and its profound and unpredictable power immediately acted upon Hela's fragile body!
Puff!
Blood flew everywhere!
"How... is this possible...?"
In a single blow, Hela, who had been so imposing just moments before, plummeted to the ground, blood streaming from her mouth, looking utterly wretched.
With just one strike, Hela almost lost the ability to retaliate.
When Odin donned his armor and went all out, his terrifying power was evident.
My father...
Thor, who witnessed everything in a daze, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
He knew his father was strong, but he didn't know his father was this strong.
Hela, who had dominated herself and the entire Avengers, defeating them so thoroughly that she only managed to escape by cheating with the Time Stone, couldn't even last a single round against her father, Odin...?
"You've made a huge mistake, Hela."
Odin landed and walked step by step toward Hela in the deep pit.
The latter's limbs continued to struggle and retreat, attempting to distance itself from Odin.
"Really? I don't think so. On the contrary, I think my actions were correct."
Even though she was trying to calm her breathing, Hela's voice still trembled slightly.
"Peace gained by lowering one's stance is ultimately unstable. The material aid you are supposed to give to Jotunheim according to the agreement will help them cultivate generation after generation of young people filled with hatred for our Asgard."
Even if you intend to kill me, I will not change my mind.
Despite her injuries, Hela remained steadfast in her stance.
The weapon that suddenly appeared before Odin was the best proof that Hela was still stubborn!
Now is the time!
The fleeting opportunity was firmly grasped by the battle-hardened Hela.
Despite the excruciating pain tearing through her limbs, Hela used the blink of an eye from Odin to conjure a large number of weapons, assemble them into a boat, and quickly escape with her!
We need outside help!
Unwilling to accept defeat, Hela immediately pictured Beckett's face.
If, if Beckett were to lend me the Mind Stone again...
Clang!
Countless phantom images of the Gungnir descended from the sky, instantly blasting Hela to her knees!
Scattered metal weapons clashed against each other, creating a continuous clanging sound!
"You cannot escape my pursuit, Hela."
"My daughter."
Odin, clad in golden armor and fully armed, appeared out of nowhere, standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at the disheveled and wretched Hela, his eyes filled with the ruthlessness of an emperor.
Kneeling on the ground, Hela could only glean one thing from Odin's calm face:
Daughter, your father is here to kill you.