Gorr's body was merely mortal. He could even be called nothing more than a puppet of All-Black the Necrosword.
Blood gushed from his mouth, yet there was not the slightest trace of pain on his face.
Using the power of All-Black the Necrosword, Gorr instantly slipped into the darkness.
But just as Gorr vanished completely into the darkness released by All-Black the Necrosword, the white light in the sky flared. What had originally been one small sun became twelve.
The power of Holy Light began to unravel All-Black the Necrosword's shadows. Watching this counter that worked even across universes, Yang Bo smiled happily as he comforted Skye nearby.
"Sure enough, foreign angels really do sing better... I bet All-Black the Necrosword never expected some angels to get bored enough to wander into Asgardian territory."
Skye, who had been feeling rather down after all the monsters were driven away, also looked up at the figures in the sky.
Her bright eyes flickered a few times, though no one knew what she was thinking.
Forced out of the shadows, Gorr was now covered in burns, white smoke rising from his body.
Anyone close enough might even have caught the smell of roasted meat.
Gorr stood there, propping himself up with All-Black the Necrosword. His golden eyes brimmed with venom as he stared fixedly at the figures above.
Hela likewise shot the figures in the sky a deeply displeased look.
Someone had interfered with her sacred battle.
"You... you lofty gods! Today is the day you meet your end!"
All-Black the Necrosword released a flood of black energy that instantly enveloped Gorr, shutting out even the light radiating from the angels.
Seeing Gorr prepare to fight to the death, every angel in the sky raised their spear, ready to skewer this blasphemer.
But