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Thor was completely bewildered at that moment—more bewildered than he had ever been in his mother's magic classes. Of course, he had felt much the same way in history, literature, music, and other such lessons.

So he instinctively turned to his father for help.

Hela wore a cold sneer as she looked at her own father, her eyes devoid of the slightest warmth. "Yes, tell him. Tell him who I am. Tell him all the history you hid away."

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From the moment he saw Hela, Odin's face had aged considerably. Partly because of the backlash from the broken seal, but more likely because of the guilt felt by a parent who had wronged their child.

His own daughter, whom he had raised, his comrade through centuries of conquest—he had imprisoned her for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years over a difference of opinion. There was, after all, a trace of regret in his heart. The so-called Allfather Odin was ultimately just a powerful being, not some emotionless, inhuman god of legend.

Hela gave Odin the chance to tell the whole truth himself, but what could he say? Like most mortal parents faced with such a situation, the countless thoughts in Odin's heart could ultimately only become one complicated sigh.

"She is your sister," the Allfather said to his son. "She is... my daughter. She hates me. She wants to kill me—perhaps you as well."

Thor was stunned, but he immediately became wary.

"Is that all you have to say? Even at the very end, you still dare not face your mistakes and speak them aloud." Hela smiled without smiling, making no effort to conceal the icy, resolute killing intent around her. "But it doesn't matter. I will personally