The Fire Giant, the Twilight Sword.
They were the gods' nightmare, a fate Odin could find no way to avert, no matter how hard he pondered.
This was the destined, inevitable downfall of the mighty gods.
At that moment, for the first time, Hela felt fear rise from the depths of her heart.
She stared at the towering Fire Giant, taller than the Golden Palace. Bearing his hatred for the gods, Surtur summoned his sword as the king of giants.
He would drive it through Asgard and reduce the entire divine realm to a wasteland.
No one could stop him. The Eternal Flame had given him an immortal body that could not be killed.
Not even Hela, invincible upon Asgard, could do it.
"No!"
Hela tried desperately to stop Surtur. "This is my Asgard! Glorious Asgard!"
"Tremble, Asgard! I've come to settle the score!" Surtur roared.
But...
He flexed his hand.
Where was his sword?
Where was my Twilight Sword?
Though his body was made of flame, for one brief instant, the bewilderment beneath his monstrous exterior was unmistakable.
A smile spread across Thor's face. At last, they could defeat Hela.
The next second.
"You!" Surtur roared at Thor. "Give me back my Twilight Sword!"
"Huh?"
Thor stared blankly. He hadn't taken it.
But Surtur seemed convinced Thor had done something.
He stomped furiously across the ground, the Eternal Flame turning everything in his path into a sea of fire.
Valkyrie even seized the chance to ambush Hela, driving a sword through her abdomen. A smile spread across her face. "Perfect!"
"Not so perfect."
Seeing Surtur coming toward him, Thor shouted urgently, "I didn't take your sword, Surtur!"
"You damned liar!"
Surtur paid no attention to his denial.
Thor had no choice but to flee first.
He called out to