After centuries, the little girl who once enjoyed following around behind him had long since grown into adulthood.
Her long black hair lay scattered carelessly over her bare, fragrant shoulders, and her pale, nearly bloodless skin exuded a sickly beauty. The black-green battle robe hanging straight down concealed her shapely body, sparking wild thoughts; her cold features carried a stern beauty, yet they were so daunting that one couldn't help but feel an impulse to worship reverently.
It was a kind of instinctive awe that life felt towards death.
As her gaze swept across the three people and one cat opposite, Hela coldly huffed and asked:
"Do you know the consequences of trespassing into the Netherworld? Moreover, you actually hurt my little cutie."
Little cutie?
