Asgard.
Hela entered Odin's Vault.
Her gaze swept over the golden gauntlet and settled on its stones. "Fake," she said contemptuously.
Then she felt that wasn't quite right.
So she added, "A crude fake."
John actually had those things.
In his younger days, Odin had tried to collect them to rule the universe.
Unfortunately, he had ultimately chosen to give up.
That was why Hela found the stones on that gauntlet so ironic.
"If you truly didn't want them, you wouldn't have put this here, Odin."
Her gaze moved on. Thor had brought back Surtur's crown.
It seemed her younger brother had some ability after all.
"Ragnarok."
As Asgard's recognized heir, Hela had naturally dreamed of that scene too.
Surtur's Twilight Sword pierced Asgard, bringing the twilight of the gods upon this world.
But now she was free.
The twilight that would destroy Asgard's gods would be barred from entering.
There was no other reason. She was here.
Hela continued onward.
Countless treasures filled the vault.
Although Odin cultivated a hypocritical façade of benevolence, he had collected countless treasures from the Nine Realms.
He had even stolen the Artifact of Jotunheim.
"This is rather interesting."
She stopped before the Tesseract.
Of course she knew what it was.
"My friend should like this." She casually picked it up and said with interest, "He collects these things."
Setting it down, she spoke like a pampered young lady shopping in a department store. "Wrap this up. I'm giving it to my friend as a gift."
Skurge, the Asgardian who had pledged himself to Hela, glanced at it and could only answer like an errand boy, "Of course. I'll wrap it up."
He was an Asgardian warrior, and the man who had taken over as Gatekeeper after Heimdall's departure.
As for why Heimdall had