Burning Eternal Fire

The coronation ceremony, which was acknowledged by only Beckett, was finally completed.

There were no blessings from his parents, nor the love and respect from his people.

Despite being dressed in magnificent robes Hela still managed to sit in the seat that rightfully belonged to her, thanks to her ever-growing power on Asgard.

The throne of Asgard, the throne of the king of the Nine Realms.

In the secret dungeon beneath the royal palace, Frigga, imprisoned there, had eyes full of sorrow.

In the end, it still came to this.

One wrong step leads to another.

She had initially disagreed with Odin's harsh treatment of Hela, but blinded by rage, Odin still made the decision to erase all information about Hela.

The not-so-large mirror did not reflect Frigga's extremely haggard face, but rather the departure of all parties after the coronation ceremony.

The people of Asgard felt fear and confusion.

Fear of Hela's methods of Carnage, confusion about Hela's identity.

Daughter of Odin, first in line to the throne of Asgard.

Royal infighting?

The people who should have sworn to resist to the death, who should have taken up arms and rebelled under Heimdall's leadership, were bewildered in the face of the historical murals in the royal palace.

"Tread..."

"Tread..."

"Tread..."

The sound of synchronized footsteps was particularly jarring in the silent prison. Two undead guards dragged Thor, whose divine power was bound by chains, before the haggard Frigga.

"Hmm!"

"Ugh! Ugh!!"

"Ugh! Ugh!! Ugh!!!"

Thor, who had been hanging his head, suddenly became incredibly excited upon seeing his mother in the cell, but all the words he wanted to say were sealed back inside his stomach by his mask.

"Thor?"

"Thor!"

"Etc!"

"What are you going to do to him?!"

"Hela! What are you going to do to your brother?!"

Hela?!

Knowing that the undead soldiers only obeyed Hela's orders Frigga instinctively grabbed the prison door with both arms, but the sudden flow of magic sent Frigga flying instantly!

"Hmm!"

Thor struggled, his eyes filled with rage. His violent emotions stirred the divine power within him that had been bound by chains, causing it to repeatedly shatter the cage that Woz had personally set up.

Bang!

Bang!

The heavy chains crashed onto the uneven ground, yet they never broke.

The two undead soldiers escorting Thor exchanged a glance and then kicked Thor, who was still struggling with his chains, into the cell next to Frigga's.

Baffling.

Although their eye sockets were empty, the two undead soldiers still understood each other's "gaze".

"Thor!"

"Thor!"

"Are you alright, Thor?!"

Ignoring the soreness and numbness in her body, Frigga patted the transparent wall with a worried expression.

After struggling for a long time against his chains, Thor ultimately gave up in despair.

He couldn't break free.

No matter how much his power increased under the influence of his emotions, he could not break these damned chains.

"Mmm, mmm mmm, mmm mmm..."

Thor pointed at the metal shield over his mouth and stammered for a long time without being able to say anything coherent. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and could only stand up and jump around a few times to show Frigga that he was alright.

"Thor, you—?" Just as Frigga was about to communicate with her son in magical language, she saw the crimson light reflected on the transparent wall.

The mysterious and unpredictable magic array instantly brought Frigga to a smile.

She recognized this magic circle; it was part of the traditional lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme.

Reinforcements have arrived!

Upon seeing the man emerge from the magic circle, Frigga lowered her guard to the last shred of caution.

Whether it's the iconic mage robes or the rings symbolizing his status, it's enough to show that the man who emerged from the magic circle comes from the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Most importantly, among the current Sanctum Sanctorum, only the Ancient One knows the coordinates of Asgard.

"Nice to meet you, Queen of the Gods Frigga. My name is Kaecilius, and I am a disciple of the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme."

The man's self-introduction confirmed what Frigga had in mind.

"My master sent me to rescue you. Please come with me immediately, as my concealment magic won't last long in Asgard." Although his words were urgent, Kaecilius spoke calmly and deliberately.

"Thank you, but I need to take someone with me, my son." After waiting for so long, the people from the Sanctum Sanctorum finally arrived, Frigga felt a great weight lifted from her heart, hurriedly pointed to Thor, who was bound hand and foot, on the transparent opposite side.

"Can."

Kaecilius nodded and agreed.

A crimson teleportation array appeared as the man formed a hand seal, and Kaecilius reached out his hand to Frigga.

"Thank you." Frigga bowed slightly to express her gratitude, as was customary.

However, when her hand touched Kaecilius's palm, she suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Why are this man's hands so cold?

Under Thor's incredulous gaze, Frigga's figure was suddenly engulfed by the black mist emanating from Kaecilius after she made contact with him.

"Hmm!"

"Ugh!!"

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Thor desperately pounded on the wall and swung his chains, hoping someone would come down to check on him, but as time passed, despair crept into his eyes.

No one showed up.

Meanwhile, "Kaecilius" had already carried the unconscious Frigga through the magic circle and left.

"Ugh!!!!!"

Thor screamed in agony, his disheveled blond hair whipping wildly, blood even seeping from his fists as he pounded on the walls and doors...

But no one answered in the hidden dungeon...

"What do you plan to do next?"

"Wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

On the high platform of Asgard Square, Hela watched as the crowd dispersed after the ceremony, turning to look at Beckett Hela behind her.

"Wait for someone to help me get the Soul Stone off Vormir."

Beckett leaned against the railing, his tone clearly displeased when he spoke of the Soul Stone.

The Soul Stone possessed the highest level of autonomy of the six stones he had encountered, and it even knew how to threaten people.

If it weren't for Thanos's ideals, given his personality, he would have blasted Vormir to smithereens with an Energy Annihilation Cannon long ago.

"And then?" Hela continued to ask.

"What then?" Beckett frowned, puzzled.

"After your father's ideal is realized, are you going to go back and kill that Frieza?" Hela will never forget that "kiss" in Midgard.

While repairing Beckett's soul, it also allowed her to see the deep-seated hatred in the man's memory.

"Your house is on fire."

I know you might think I—what—when I say this?

"I said, your house is on fire."

Hela, who was still reeling, stared wide-eyed in the direction Beckett was pointing. Above the magnificent Asgard palace, clusters of crimson flames were spreading at an extremely rapid pace.

Boom!!!

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

Hela's eyes turned red!

Let's have hot pot on New Year's Eve!

The second update will probably be before midnight.