Dimensional Prison Holding Hela

Russell set down the short sword in his hand, then randomly drew several more to inspect. They were all Asgardian Magic Swords.

Thousands of standardized weapons, the scale of an organized army, and all of them female soldiers...

A thought formed in Russell's mind. He bent down to inspect the remains and, beneath layers of piled-up bones, found thick ribs and skulls that clearly did not belong to humans, as well as the wing ulnae of birds.

Female skeletons and Pegasus remains—the clues were obvious. This was the burial ground of Asgard's Valkyrie Legion, wiped out to the last woman by the Goddess of Death Hela's Myriad Swords Return to Origin.

Russell remembered this legion vividly. Though they had appeared on screen for less than a few seconds, their deaths had been utterly miserable!

It had been a mindless suicidal charge, like cavalry from an old era running into entrenched heavy machine guns. Hela had swept them away in one burst, and their deaths had been completely worthless.

Asgard clearly had spacecraft and anti-air laser cannons...

Ahem, it was just like the Green Lantern Corps—plot-induced death. Actually... uh... actually, every one of them had been elite. They were extremely formidable in one-on-one combat.

For example, Thor's childhood dream had been to join them and become a glorious Valkyrie.

Later, after he grew up, he decided cross-dressing was too embarrassing and gave up on that great dream.

Incidentally, Asgard still had a Valkyrie Legion. Their numbers were scarce, and their combat strength was mediocre, so they had practically become ceremonial performers.

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind him. Russell tilted his head to evade it, then turned toward the sword-like canyon.

A tall, slender figure emerged from the darkness. A beam of light fell from