"Still not going to do anything? He looks like he's about to die."
Such a voice came through the wind and snow in the distant sky. Watching Baldr tumble about under the Dragon's attacks like a lone boat in a storm, Hela raised her question.
However, all she heard from beside her was the sound of someone gulping down a drink, followed by rustling as he wiped his mouth. Only then did Deathstroke say:
"Don't worry. First, let's make an assumption. If you'd been locked up for tens of thousands of years, then got out and saw your enemy's son, what would you do?"
Hela fell silent for a moment. She did not even breathe to begin with, and now she seemed to blend perfectly into the storm.
After a while, she finally said, "I understand. Níðhöggr won't kill Baldr. It'll only capture and torture him, like a cat playing with a mouse."
"I thought you were a dog person." Deathstroke's laughter came lightly. "Didn't expect you to know so much about cats. That's right. Do you remember what the prophecy said?"
In the prophecy concerning Ragnarök, a brutal battle erupted in Asgard.
'Countless gods fell from the sky, and even the heavens were dyed red.'
'The freed Níðhöggr crawled across the battlefield in silence. It opened its mouth and feasted among mountains of corpses until the end of all things.'
'Surtur hurled the Twilight Sword, Laevateinn, igniting the Tree of Life. The entire world burned fiercely. Odin's throat was torn apart by Fenrir, while his son and brother perished together.'
'When everything fell into darkness, the black Dragon laughed as it leaped from beneath the piles of corpses, carrying countless bodies as food and flying into the endless void.'
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