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Odin's voice carried authority and sorrow as he addressed Hela.

"During the conquest of the Nine Realms, how many Asgardians sacrificed their lives? Did you not see any of it?"

"And now, you still dream of conquering the universe?"

He paused briefly before continuing, "Hela, the universe isn't as simple as you think. It's not a place you can conquer at will."

Odin's mind drifted to his own past ambitions. He, too, had once sought to expand Asgard's dominion further, but the cost had been too high—countless Asgardians lost, and the lurking dangers of the cosmos were far beyond his reckoning.

Hela, however, had never seen these sacrifices or understood the hidden threats. Her eyes were fixed solely on conquest, blind to the lives at stake or the dangers lying in wait.

Hela sneered.

"Now you act like the wise king, talking about sacrifice? Don't forget who you once were. Were you the saint and I the villain?"

Odin's gaze hardened as he raised Gungnir, his Eternal Spear.

If it were just Hela, he wouldn't be so concerned, but the possibility of her corrupting Syd with her ideals was a risk Odin couldn't take. The mere thought of the destruction the two of them could bring was enough to make him act.

Hela, seeing Odin prepare to attack, didn't hesitate. She reached up, manifesting her menacing black crown, and conjured weapons in both hands.

Boom!

Golden light shot forth from Gungnir.

Hela leaped aside, hurling her conjured weapons at Odin in rapid succession.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Odin deflected the projectiles with ease, though his movements were slower than they once were.

Hela smirked.

"Where's your strength now, old man? You're nothing but a shadow of your former self."

Her words stung with truth. Exhausted from his battle with Surtur, Odin's fatigue was evident. His strikes lacked their usual power, and his movements were labored.

Hela's confidence grew.

Everything was unfolding as she had anticipated. Even though Surtur had been defeated by someone else, Odin's current state was far from formidable.

If she could drag the fight out a little longer, victory would be hers.

As Hela pressed her advantage, the Asgardian citizens grew anxious, watching their once-mighty king struggle.

Thor clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. If only Mjölnir were intact, he would have joined the fight already.

Before Thor could act, Valkyrie charged forward, donning her white battle armor and brandishing her sword.

She moved swiftly, aiming to strike Hela.

Unfortunately, Hela, despite her focus on Odin, was far from unguarded.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A flurry of black weapons materialized and flew toward Valkyrie.

Clang! Clang!

Valkyrie deflected them, but her advance was halted.

"Come forth, Fenrir! And my loyal soldiers, stop them!" Hela commanded.

A massive black wolf emerged from the shadows, charging straight at Valkyrie, while an army of skeletal warriors appeared, engaging the Asgardian citizens who tried to assist.

Chaos erupted as battle cries and clashing weapons filled the air.

Thor turned to Syd, desperation in his eyes.

"Brother, help them," he pleaded.

Syd glanced at Thor, raised his hand, and a crimson glow enveloped the battlefield.

In an instant, everything froze.

Fenrir, with its jaws inches from Valkyrie, was immobilized mid-attack. The skeletal soldiers stood motionless, their weapons suspended in the air.

A wave of disbelief rippled through the onlookers.

Even the undead wolf and skeletons seemed to radiate shock and confusion, as if their long-dead instincts couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

All eyes turned to Syd.

With a mere gesture, he had neutralized the entire opposing force.

The sheer magnitude of his power left the Asgardians in awe.

Hela, seeing this, felt her stomach drop.

While she dodged Odin's attacks, she shouted angrily, "You're interfering too? Why?!"

"No reason," Syd replied calmly. "I'm just in a good mood."

He began floating toward Hela, his demeanor serene.

Hela's expression twisted with rage and fear. She conjured a flurry of weapons, sending them hurtling toward Syd.

Syd waved his hand, and the projectiles reversed their trajectory, flying back toward Hela.

Before she could react further, crimson energy enveloped her body, freezing her in place just as it had her forces.

"What… what is this?!" Hela struggled, her voice trembling with disbelief.

No matter how she strained, the red energy held her completely immobilized.

"This can't be happening!" she thought, panic rising as she realized she was utterly powerless.

Syd's gaze remained steady as he watched her futile struggle.

Without a word, he summoned a massive sphere of chaos magic, sending it hurtling toward her.

Boom!

The impact sent Hela flying, crashing through wall after wall before landing heavily on the ground.

From a distance, Valkyrie and the Asgardians watched in stunned silence.

The Goddess of Death, who had once seemed invincible, was now nothing more than a plaything for the white-clad prince.

(End of Chapter)

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