Though it was a battlefield where gunfire and spears flashed against one another, there was none of the clamor a battlefield ought to have had.
As frost continued to spread, in the span of a single blink, twelve already-wounded Curse Warriors were completely transformed into glittering ice sculptures.
The next second, Brunhilde's swinging sword smashed into one of the ice sculptures. The Curse Warrior, over two meters tall, instantly shattered into brilliant red dust.
At the sight, Loki frowned.
"Hey, undead, stop!"
As soon as the words fell, Loki glided lightly toward Brunhilde as though skating on ice.
Biting frost blocked Brunhilde's body, while Loki extended two fingers from his right hand and lightly pinched the edge of Brunhilde's blade.
"They still have other uses. Put away your sword."
Loki gave the order softly, and Brunhilde silently nodded.
A moment later, Brunhilde sheathed her sword and said to Loki instead.
"Since you think they're useful, take them away. My prison doesn't need such ugly decorations!"
"Of course, ma'am, but may I ask one more question?
I don't believe I've ever seen you before. You are...?"
"Necro-Valkyrie, Brunhilde!
Now you know me, Son of Odin!"
Brunhilde answered coldly, then turned and left. She went all the way to the cell where Heisenberg had once imprisoned her, lay down on the bed, and rested quietly.
Seeing that, Loki pursed his lips with interest.
"What a fiery woman. Shame she's undead, though undead isn't so bad either. It's not as if true resurrection is impossible!"
After muttering to himself, Loki turned and nodded at the other Asgardian warriors who had stopped fighting.
"Everyone, clean up the mess around here. Notify the masons about the damaged walls and floors and get them repaired as soon as possible.
As for these bastards who broke into