"Green-eyed woman? I don't remember ever helping The Serpent."
Hela pulled out a smooth piece of Blackstone and looked at her reflection within it. The emerald Underworld Fire burned in her pupils, rippling endlessly like seawater.
"Pfft!" Deathstroke, who was cracking sunflower seeds beside her, laughed. He used Cosmic Energy to break down the seed shells in his hand, then repeatedly shook his head. "Not you. Even that version of you from the past didn't have green eyes. Underworld Fire doesn't count. Someone else took care of her when The Serpent was weak."
That other Hela referred to Leah, who had not yet become the Goddess of the Underworld in the Timeline.
"But I don't remember any woman in the Aesir with that appearance. Green eyes should be quite rare, right?"
Hela casually tossed aside the stone and looked at The Serpent in the distance, who was still fighting while keeping his ears perked up to eavesdrop.
With Deathstroke's mental interference, Baldr had gained an even greater advantage in battle. The Serpent's condition was visibly deteriorating, and his mind seemed wholly occupied by that nonexistent green-eyed girl.
That was why she deliberately went along with Deathstroke and discussed the subject.
Come to think of it, she had never fought like this before. Could words alone influence someone? What a dark, despicable tactic. I've learned it.
"They really are rare. Human eye color depends on pigments in the sclera, and green comes from a mixture of blue and light brown. You definitely wouldn't understand if I started explaining genetics to you, so just know that she wasn't Aesir."
Su Ming clapped his hands, handed the remaining half bag of Wilson melon seeds to Hela, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a deep drag, he called toward the