Hela's green eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of anger crossed her face.
She turned the constricting force of the energy bands to its maximum.
Under Hela's will, the black tentacles twisted violently, letting out a piercing sound like metal being bent.
Gorr's body creaked beneath the tentacles' grip. It was not breaking—it was being compressed.
Hela's power was crushing his body from the outside in, trying to compress him into a singularity with no volume.
Gorr hung his head low. His black robe shattered under the twisting energy, revealing the scar-covered grayish-white skin beneath.
Those scars were not old wounds. They were marks left behind by the Necrosword's energy flowing through his body, spreading across his skin like tree roots.
Then he raised his head.
His hollow eyes looked at Hela.
"You're strong, Hela, but not strong enough!"
His body suddenly shuddered, and black energy several times stronger than before surged from the blade of the Necrosword.
The energy burst from his body like a flood, shattering all of Hela's energy bands.
Black fragments scattered in every direction, striking the walls and floor of the Golden Palace and leaving bottomless holes in the sturdy stone slabs.
Hela was hurled more than ten meters away by the shockwave, her feet plowing two deep trenches through the ground.
The wounds on her left shoulder and right arm tore wider under the shockwave's force. Black energy seeped from them, rolling around her body like thick smoke.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she dropped to one knee.
She could feel her strength waning. The Necrosword was devouring her energy.
His Necrosword was like a bottomless black hole, absorbing and devouring all nearby energy, turning it into its own strength.
Thor climbed to his feet.
Dragging Stormbreaker behind him, he