Rumble—!
All of Asgard was shaking!
Countless fissures split open across the land outside the Asgardian Palace.
Legions of undead clad in ancient armor, eerie blue flames burning in their eyes, crawled out from beneath the ground!
Among them was even the enormous demon wolf Fenrir!
They roared soundlessly, converging into a tide of death.
They began sweeping away all living things!
Cries and the thunder of destruction intertwined into a symphony of despair.
Hela stood at the entrance to the vault.
At her feet knelt the undead army, while behind her burned the Eternal Flame.
Her power had climbed to its peak, and her presence was unmatched for a time.
Asgard had changed hands.
Ragnarok had officially descended.
And Loki, one of the instigators behind all this,
along with his brother Thor, who had been thrown off to some unknown place,
probably never could have imagined that their frantic escape
would, through a bizarre twist of fate, bring the most terrifying disaster directly back to their home.
It would also indirectly lead to their own fate of exile across the universe.
Meanwhile.
The "New Milano Flagship Pro Max" slowly descended into Sakaar's largest spaceport—
a massive platform pieced together from countless wrecked spacecraft, brimming with postmodern wasteland-punk style.
The air was filled with the mingled smells of engine oil, roasted bugs, and frenzied cheers.
The moment they disembarked,
the galactic tour group was drawn in by the bizarre and dazzling scene before them.
Quill was immediately captivated by the glowing jewelry at one stall.
He tried bargaining with a slug-like alien vendor using his "Earth antique," the Walkman.
Rocket, meanwhile, dove into a pile of discarded parts with shining eyes.
He muttered,
"Every bit of this is treasure!"
Drax showed tremendous respect for a muscular man performing an act