The collapsing continent of Asgard looked like a cookie that had been dropped on the floor and was about to crumble into pieces.
Centered around the golden pillar of light rising from the Eternal Flame, blazing light split through the crust from below, endlessly cutting across the land of the Realm Eternal.
The Asgardian army, already short on fighting spirit, scrambled to respond to the apocalypse of a collapsing sky and splitting earth. Heimdall had leaped down from the Sirius Ship early on, using the Key of the Bifrost in his hand to conjure shimmering bridges of light that ferried the Realm Eternal's troops and civilians to safety.
But now the entire continent of the Realm Eternal was falling apart. No patch of land could escape destruction.
With a claw filled with golden flames piercing her chest, the Goddess of Death, Hela, had been pinned to the seabed of Asgard. She no longer struggled or fought back. Her ear-piercing howls and shrieks had dwindled to faint whispers, barely audible.
With his eyes glowing gold, James Howlett watched through the tides, through the earth, through the canopy of unquenchable stars above Asgard, amid the shimmering colors of the Eternal Flame.
He gradually "saw" a World Tree, seemingly formed from the confluence of countless star clusters, descending from the depths of the endless void. Its gleaming "roots" plunged deep into the foundations of the continent of Asgard.
Within an invisible spring, the roots of Yggdrasil stretched across it. They connected the whole of Asgard, endowing the continent with wonders and the life upon it with tremendous power.
Hela Borson's soul and spirit were bound to the Well of Urd, the very essence at the heart of the Realm Eternal. Bathed in the nourishment of its waters, as long as she stood upon