Thor stood frozen like a statue, disbelief filling his eyes. Mjolnir shattered and crumbled in Hela's palm just like that. The metal war hammer Odin had blessed with the power of thunder, the weapon that had defeated countless formidable enemies, split apart and fell to the ground as a pile of scrap.
Because of his exceptional valor, Thor had been revered by Asgard as the god of Thunder and Strength, the mightiest warrior among the Aesir. Mjolnir was the symbol of supreme glory, representing his illustrious achievements and Odin's approval.
Now that Hela had crushed Mjolnir, Thor suddenly felt as though something was missing from his heart, as if the thunderous power within him had perished along with Mjolnir and would never return.
Hela casually clapped her hands. Her power came from Asgard itself. Even if Odin returned from the dead, he might not be able to stop her now, much less Thor, whose strength was far inferior to his father's.
Eitri's proud creation, the indestructible Mjolnir, was nothing in the eyes of the Death Goddess. Perhaps the only thing in all of Asgard capable of harming her was Odin's Eternal Scepter. It was the symbol of royal authority, also forged by the dwarves and engraved with runes. It could pierce all things in the world and was immensely powerful.
However, that spear, also known as "Gungnir," Asgard's greatest divine weapon, had long since been buried with Odin in the dark universe.
"When I led the Asgardian Legion in conquest across the Nine Realms, Thor, you had not even been born... Challenging me proves nothing but your own courage and stupidity."
Hela slowly descended the steps. The Asgardian warriors in the broad courtyard retreated like a tide, fear and panic in their eyes.
This black-haired woman who called herself the