The overwhelming gap in strength left everyone stunned.
While the Asgardian crowd watched in awe, Hela lay on the ground, unable to move.
The impact of being slammed into the wall and ground was minor compared to the damage caused by the chaos magic.
For the first time, she fully understood the terror of her younger brother, the so-called God of Light.
If not for the support of Asgard's energy, which granted her immense regenerative abilities, she would have been at death's door from that single attack.
Even so, her recovery didn't improve her situation. Though her wounds healed quickly, the crimson energy binding her body made it impossible for her to move.
Hela struggled, but the red glow held her firmly in place.
The Asgardians, seeing Hela immobilized, sighed in relief.
Valkyrie, her eyes blazing with fury, gripped her sword tightly and began striding toward Hela, intent on avenging the Valkyrie legion.
Before she could reach Hela, Odin stepped forward, stopping just in front of the fallen goddess.
Looking down at her, Odin's expression was somber.
Hela sneered through gritted teeth. "What are you going to do, old man? Kill me? Then get it over with!"
"This time, I didn't lose to you—I lost to that monstrous brother of mine. You didn't win!"
"If it weren't for him, you'd be the one lying defeated!"
She laughed coldly and continued, "After seeing his power, aren't you afraid, old man? Doesn't he terrify you?"
Odin's gaze remained steady, her provocations failing to sway him.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Odin delivered his judgment.
"My child," he began solemnly, "a god who disregards life is unworthy of ruling over death."
As he spoke, Odin extended his empty left hand.
With a swift motion, the black crown atop Hela's head flew into his grasp.
"What are you doing? That's my crown!" Hela screamed in rage, her hair disheveled.
Odin ignored her outburst, holding the crown aloft.
"Only those with compassion in their hearts are worthy of wearing this crown and wielding its power."
The scene struck a chord with Thor, who froze in recognition of the familiar ritual.
After a brief pause, Odin turned back to Hela, his voice echoing with authority.
"In the name of my father and my grandfather, I, Odin Allfather, banish you from the realm of the gods!"
With that declaration, Odin raised Gungnir and pointed it at Hela.
"No!" Hela's scream of defiance was drowned out as her armor was stripped from her body.
A beam of light from the Bifröst engulfed her, and with one final cry, Hela was cast into the unknown—or rather, to Earth.
The black crown followed, spinning through the air before vanishing into the light.
The Asgardians looked on in stunned silence as the light of the Bifröst disappeared, leaving only echoes of Hela's protests.
Even Thor seemed taken aback.
"She's… gone?" he muttered.
Odin, still holding Gungnir, responded with an air of finality.
"If she cannot find compassion in her heart, she will perish on Earth."
The crowd fell silent at his words. Even Valkyrie, who had been seething with anger moments ago, seemed placated.
Valkyrie scoffed. "Compassion? For that murderer? That's laughable."
Her voice dripped with disdain as she recalled Hela's merciless slaughter of the Valkyrie legion.
"No one knows her better than I do. She's incapable of compassion. She kills without hesitation, without remorse. She's the Goddess of Death in every sense."
Pausing for a moment, she added with a smirk, "Stripped of her power, she's just a mortal now. Let's see how long her arrogance lasts."
The thought of Hela living as a powerless mortal brought a rare smile to Valkyrie's face.
Meanwhile, Syd's attention shifted to the ruins of the treasure vault.
His eyes narrowed as he raised his right hand, and crimson energy enveloped the debris.
Fragments of stone and shattered artifacts floated into the air, revealing hidden treasures within.
A golden glint caught his eye, and a moment later, an object flew into his hand—a damaged golden gauntlet.
"The Infinity Gauntlet," Syd muttered, examining it closely.
Thor, noticing the item, tilted his head in confusion. "What is that?"
"It's the Infinity Gauntlet," Syd replied calmly.
The mention of the gauntlet left most of the onlookers bewildered, but Odin's expression darkened.
"So, you're collecting the Infinity Stones," Odin remarked, his voice laced with unease.
"Infinity Stones are dangerous. To gather them all is…"
(End of Chapter)
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Before Odin could finish his words, Syd retrieved four glowing stones from his satchel:
Mind Stone, shimmering with golden light.
Space Stone, emanating a vibrant blue glow.
Power Stone, radiating a deep purple hue.
Reality Stone, pulsing with an intense red aura.
As the four stones floated in midair, the entire crowd stood in stunned silence.
Odin paused mid-sentence, staring at the display. His words faltered as his eyes locked onto the stones.
Finally, with a deep sigh, Odin said, "The Time Stone resides with the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, on Earth."
He hesitated before continuing, his gaze heavy. "The Soul Stone…"
But instead of revealing its location, Odin fell silent.
Syd, noticing his reluctance, smirked slightly. So, Odin once considered gathering the Infinity Stones himself.
It wasn't surprising; Odin's knowledge of the stones was far too precise for mere curiosity.
As for why he didn't disclose the location of the Soul Stone, Syd understood. Obtaining it required a sacrifice—the life of the one you loved most.
For Syd, the method to acquire it hardly mattered. With the other five stones in his grasp, he was confident he could eventually track down the Soul Stone, even if it meant obliterating Vormir, its resting place.
Lost in thought, Syd returned his attention to the damaged Infinity Gauntlet before him.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Infinity Stones floated toward the golden gauntlet, embedding themselves in its slots one by one.
As the final stone snapped into place, multicolored energy surged through the gauntlet. But within moments, the gauntlet began to tremble violently, cracks forming across its surface.
Syd acted quickly, withdrawing the stones just before the gauntlet could self-destruct.
"Well," he muttered, frowning, "this thing's useless now."
Odin, watching intently, finally spoke. "Child, if you require a gauntlet, seek out Eitri, the Dwarf King. He can forge one tailored to you."
Syd's eyes lit up in recognition. Of course, Eitri—creator of both Thanos's gauntlet and Thor's Stormbreaker—could craft the perfect vessel for the stones.
After stowing the Infinity Stones, Syd casually tossed the broken gauntlet aside.
With the immediate crises resolved, Odin's gaze sharpened, focusing intently on Syd.
Before he could say anything, Frigga stepped forward, her face filled with emotion.
"Mother," Thor greeted, stepping toward her with a smile.
But Frigga brushed past him, heading straight for Syd. She grasped his arm gently but firmly, her eyes scanning his face with maternal intensity.
"My child," she whispered, her voice trembling, "let me look at you."
Syd stiffened, taken aback by her words.
Noticing the simple, unadorned clothing he wore, Frigga's expression turned pained. "You've suffered so much, haven't you? I'll have the maids prepare proper garments for you immediately."
"Wait," Syd interjected awkwardly, "I'm not—"
Before he could finish, Frigga cut him off, her voice resolute. "No, you are!"
Her conviction left him momentarily speechless, and Thor's face lit up with joy.
Frigga continued, "Ever since the light phenomenon that covered the Nine Realms, I've felt a connection. I knew it was related to me somehow."
"Now, seeing you here, I'm certain of it. That was your doing, wasn't it?"
Syd hesitated, unsure of how to respond.
The gathered Asgardians exchanged shocked glances. The radiant light that had enveloped all Nine Realms—an event they still remembered vividly—was caused by this mysterious prince?
Murmurs spread through the crowd:
"The light across the Nine Realms… it was him?"
"How powerful must he be to do something like that?"
Thor, ever the proud brother, puffed out his chest, basking in reflected glory.
Frigga turned to Odin, her grip on Syd's arm unwavering. "If you don't believe me, ask your father," she said, her tone unwavering.
All eyes turned to Odin.
The Allfather studied Syd closely, his expression unreadable.
For years, Odin had kept tabs on Syd, occasionally watching him from afar. While he'd sensed traces of Asgardian divine energy within him, Odin had always dismissed the possibility that this child was his own.
After all, he had no memory of fathering another son.
Closing his eyes, Odin extended his senses, probing deeply into Syd's essence.
Moments later, his eyes flew open, filled with disbelief.
"Your divine body…" he murmured, trailing off in shock.
"Father?" Thor prompted anxiously.
Frigga's brow furrowed with concern. "What is it, Odin?"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, their curiosity mounting.
Odin finally spoke, his voice tinged with astonishment. "Child, though your divine structure is unique, I sense the unmistakable essence of both my bloodline and Frigga's within you."
His words hung heavily in the air, their weight sinking into everyone's minds.
"How is this possible?" Odin muttered to himself, struggling to reconcile the revelation.
(End of Chapter)
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