But Frigga knew many secrets. The longer Hela remained in Asgard, the faster her power grew. Though the enemy outnumbered them, the defenders had to launch the first attack instead.
They had to seize the initiative—immediately, at once!
"We can't delay any longer. Attack Hela! Now, go!" she ordered anxiously.
Thor might not have been the sharpest, but he could still judge an enemy's strength.
Both Hela and the God of Fear were formidable foes. Having inherited Odin's legacy, Thor believed it was his duty to protect everyone. He had no intention of leaving those two enemies to his mother and brother. In his ingrained view, both of them were as weak as sheep. Only he, with his well-developed muscles, could protect them. He was going to take on both!
Thor immediately let out a thunderous roar. "For Asgard!"
The next instant, the muscles in his arm bulged as he pushed his strength to the limit. Mjolnir streaked forth like a bolt of lightning, carrying a deafening boom as it hurtled toward Hela.
Hela had been gathering power all along. By now, she had recovered more than half her strength, though the rate at which her divine power returned was slowing.
It was not because her potential had run dry, but because of Asgard's ironclad laws.
She needed battle. Only battle could speed up her recovery. Otherwise, she could have simply hidden in some remote corner of Asgard until her strength was fully restored before reappearing. But that was impossible. The moment she tried to exploit a loophole and avoid battle, the energy would rapidly dissipate. Only through battle could she fuse with the newly gained power within her.
Watching Mjolnir fly straight at her, she curled her lips in a cold smile. She did not even enter a combat