Looking at Asgard before her, almost as it had been in its heyday, Hela was a little dazed, as if she had recalled her younger days.
Of course, she only reminisced for a moment. No matter how enchanting the city and landscape were, she knew they were all part of an illusion created by Loki. No matter how beautiful, it was still fake.
Most importantly, aside from Loki and Hera, there were no other Asgardians in sight.
Asgard? Without Odin, it had no meaning. Hela had no interest in it.
"Loki is pretty capable when she gets serious." Su Ming remained alert for the possible appearance of the Black-robed figure while picking up the Kree's severed arm from the ground and stuffing it back into the cat's mouth. "Magic is a power of the mind, and when she is by Hera's side, she truly has endless potential."
The upper and lower limits of a Mage's abilities could vary enormously, to the point that outsiders had no way to predict them.
Whether they were in a good mood, whether the food agreed with them, whether their scalp itched, and a whole host of seemingly unrelated factors could affect a Mage's combat performance.
Take Monark, for example. How much combat power he could bring out actually depended on his stockpile of rabbits, as well as how much grief from rabbits kicking the bucket he could bear that day.
If they took a crooked path, such as having the Magic Prince strangle rabbits on the side while Su Ming and Wade performed a comedy routine nearby, telling a joke about a bear using a little white rabbit to wipe its butt, they might actually get Monark to cast a few more spells.
"She probably realized that Frigga doesn't want to be in danger."