Time slipped by unnoticed. A few hours later, a surge of murderous energy rose from the Sea of the Dead, reaching into the sky.
Thor, along with Captain and the others waiting at the entrance, paled under its impact.
Only Hela looked delighted as she felt the murderous energy radiating from the Undead Army.
"Awaken!"
Hela's thunderous command rang out. An imposing aura emanated from her, as though she were a queen reigning high above them all.
As her words fell, a series of violent rumblings erupted from the Sea of the Dead.
One set of stark white bones after another opened crimson eyes.
Clad in armor and wielding spears, they formed elite battle formations and let out fierce roars!
"Roar!"
The already intense murderous energy instantly swelled more than tenfold!
Watching this, Thor suddenly felt a pang of regret.
He did not know whether allowing this army to awaken was right or wrong.
But things had already reached this point, and there was clearly no undoing them. All he could do was watch in silence.
"Hahahaha!"
Hela burst into wild laughter. Looking at her army, she felt boundless pride surge within her.
With a sweeping gesture, she led the army toward the exit.
Captain and the others, who had been waiting there, stepped aside at the sight, clearing a path and allowing the Undead Army to march past them.
Hela glanced back at Thor, a contemptuous smile curling her lips, then shot straight toward the exit.
Thor said nothing as he watched. Even now, he did not know whether he had made the right choice.
Once Hela left, Captain and the others gathered around Thor, frowning. "Thor, how did your talk go?"
They had been standing some distance away earlier. Though they could hear the two speaking, they could