The countless skeletons of Heroic Spirits clad in frost emerged, following the footsteps of this Nordic Lord of the Wild Hunt, charging toward death.
The black long spear pierced into the illusion of the Styx, raising a boiling liquid memory. Those histories of conquest that demonstrated Odin's warlike divinity gushed from the cracks, solidifying into rune chains stained with blood rust, shooting towards his own daughter.
Hela instantly unleashed the power of death to the extreme, half of her body teeming with life, while the other half withered and decayed. Countless ravens of departed souls soared in the blood light, carrying the debris of the Golden Palace, crashing down upon the Divine King like meteorites. Odin's hand twitched, and dark ether erupted from the earth veins, transforming into thousands of sharp swords, eradicating the flock of ravens in the sky.
