Inside the treasure vault.
The echoes of fire giant Surtur's roar, filled with unwillingness and destruction, seemed to still reverberate.
Yet Su Ming merely clapped his hands casually.
As if he had just cleared away a piece of oversized trash, he turned and walked out of the vault.
Leaving Loki, frozen in place with his mind completely crashed, only a deep and unfathomable silhouette.
Loki: "..."
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
What about Ragnarok?!
What about my perfect plan to use this chance to get rid of every obstacle?!
Meanwhile, at the end of the Bifrost.
Hela's expression stiffened.
The brief aura of Surtur from the Asgardian Palace had grown stronger and stronger, making her feel an instinctive threat.
"Surtur? The Eternal Flame?
Oh no...!"
She was Odin's daughter, the goddess responsible for overseeing death in Asgard.
Though she was also called the Death Goddess.
All her power came from Asgard.
It was far removed from true Death Law.
Under normal circumstances, fire giant Surtur was never someone Hela cared about.
But the Eternal Flame that had burned in the vault for endless years had become the key to changing everything.
If the endless energy within it was absorbed and fused by Surtur.
Then the fire giant would become the true "Ragnarok."
Asgard would tremble beneath his feet, let alone Hela, who relied on the Source Force of the Asgardian Palace.
The elegant smile Hela had maintained ever since appearing finally showed a crack.
Valkyrie keenly caught the instant Hela lost focus.
She immediately realized:
—Perhaps the abnormal energy fluctuations from the vault had drawn her attention.
Now!
Like a cheetah that had lurked in wait for a long time, Valkyrie suddenly sprang forward.
The Dragonfang Sword in her hand turned into a silver bolt