If I ask, I'll probably get smacked again. Time to go.
With that, Thor called out, "I'll scout ahead."
Then he parted ways with Hela.
That left Hela alone, facing the thousand-meter-tall remains of the Swamp Giant below.
"I remember the captain saying the swamp only began in Brazil. But here..."
Hela looked around, searching her memory.
"This clearly isn't Brazil. It's Venezuela."
"And we found a giant the moment we reached the swamp. There's far more to this than they told us!"
After considering the strange location, Hela turned her attention back to the giant.
"Should I use the Death Force directly?"
Hela wasted no time. She swung the Night Sky Sword.
A slash of Death Force flew from the blade, crossed the distance, and struck at the giant.
The vertical slash hit its right thigh.
"As I thought."
The result gave Hela a headache.
The slash had done nothing. It had simply been absorbed.
She could try making the flames stronger.
But honestly, Hela couldn't sustain that for long.
The reason lay in the divine office Hela held in Asgard.
In Asgard, Hela was the goddess of death.
Her chief duty was to guide Asgardian souls into Valhalla.
Her powers therefore concerned bodies, death, and souls.
They had nothing in common with the Eternal Flame.
So although she had merged with the Eternal Flame, she couldn't unleash the world-destroying power it had wielded in Surtur's hands.
Hela waited for quite some time. The flames had not gone out, but she could tell they burned much less fiercely than when the stalemate began.
At least she now had an idea of how much damage they could do to the giant.
So she headed toward the lightning flashing in the distance.
Rumble!
The thunder raged.
Surrounded by three or