While riding the Flying Boat, Su Ming discovered something baffling.
There really was wind on the deck, and it was quite strong.
Logically, there was no air in outer space or higher dimensions, so where could the wind have come from? Yet this ghost ship had it, somehow creating the feeling of taking a speedboat out for a joyride at sea in a mysterious dimension.
Hela was clearly very satisfied with her ship. She had always been rather content with what she had; after all, she had spent the past lying around in the Underworld. Saying she possessed some grand ambition would not have been realistic.
"By the way, who has Gungnir now?"
Su Ming suddenly remembered this, because logically speaking, whoever held that spear formed from a branch of Yggdrasil was the All-Father.
The reasoning was simple. Just as whoever held the Eye of Agamotto was the Sorcerer Supreme, these artifacts served as identification for the agents of ancient gods—and, of course, as powerful weapons.
"I have it. Here, look."
As she spoke, Hela seemingly performed a magic trick and pulled the spear from beneath her robes. She waved it around in her hand like a cornstalk, then offered it to Deathstroke to try.
"I know what this weapon represents, but I have no use for it. I have my own Night Sky Sword. Besides, I have an energy-rich Hell and countless quiet servants. What would I need Asgard in the Material World for? Oh, and it's a ruin now anyway."
That was right. The Hela of the past had only wanted to settle things with Odin. She had never had much desire to rule Asgard.
She had her own territory, and she liked it very much.
Her palace was called Eljudnir, meaning misery. Her favorite food was "Hunger,"