This was a world of cold rain and mist.
Damp currents swirled and howled as gray fog spread across the sky and earth. Whether living creatures or cold stone, everything carried the deathly aura of decay and ruin. It was enough to make one's skin crawl, as though one had wandered into the realm of the dead.
Distorted power disturbed this silent world. The fog churned like a pot of boiling water, endlessly roiling back and forth, and like whirlpools and undercurrents in a vast ocean. Spiraling hurricanes swept away the hazy mist as the void let out a vibrating hum, like a mirror on the verge of shattering.
Deep-blue ripples tore through space. A tiny point of light flashed brilliantly, rapidly expanding as Hela, draped in a green cloak, leaped out!
"Hel!"
Hela roared furiously, like a savage beastess brimming with aggression.
She had returned to this nightmarish kingdom of the dead!
After Asgard accomplished its grand conquest of the Nine Realms, Odin decisively rejected Hela's proposal to continue the war. He chose to lay down arms, recuperate, and become a benevolent king.
Naturally, the ambitious Hela refused to accept this. The father and daughter, divided by irreconcilable differences, finally broke apart. In his fury, Odin dispatched the Valkyrie Legion, only for Asgard's elite force to be utterly annihilated, without a single survivor.
Only then did Odin realize his mistake. Hela's power far exceeded his expectations. Thinking of his eldest daughter's insatiable ambition, he knew that if she were not stopped, Asgard would surely be dragged into an abyss of irreversible destruction.
Thus, the King of Asgard mounted Sleipnir, wielded the Eternal Scepter, and personally cast Hela into the cold, lifeless Hel, sealing her away with immense power.
"I hate this place!"
Hela looked around, her face filled with