"Kagura Hitomi… please tell me—can destiny truly be changed?"
Hela stood at the edge of the Rainbow Bridge, her gaze fixed on the chaotic battlefield erupting in explosions across the stars.
"I am the Goddess of Death. This is why I stand here—to bring slaughter and death with all my might. That is my fate!"
Her deep, calm eyes seemed to pierce through time itself, like a supreme deity who had seen the rise and fall of all things.
"Oh silver-haired girl, if you truly wish to change my fate, if you truly seek to rewrite the end foretold by Ragnarok, then come—try it. I, Hela, Goddess of Death, shall become destiny itself and fight you to the bitter end!"
Above, the mighty wolf Fenrir howled at the heavens.
Countless undead soldiers raised their arms and roared in response.
The once-golden legions of Asgard's royal guard were long gone.
Now, behind Hela, a pitch-black legion had assembled—an undead army so fearsome that even the Nine Realms trembled at their march.
Fueled by the Eternal Flame, her soldiers were blessed with divine immortality.
This was Hela's army: the most formidable force of the ancient Asgardian Empire, undefeated across the ages.
But of course, those who stood against this army were no mere pushovers.
"This is Kagura, broadcasting to all ships."
"Our final battle of this journey begins now."
"I've never believed in fate—never."
"Fate is nothing more than an excuse to run from the future. That's not what we Earthlings believe in."
"In the land I once lived, the ancients said this: 'Man can triumph over heaven.'"
"The future is something we carve with our own hands—not something granted by the gods, and certainly not something preordained!"
"Asgard once aided Earth—more than once, they saved our world. They left behind the beauty of Norse myth as their legacy."
"This time, it's our turn… to save Asgard!"
"Commence planetary landing operations. Execute Landing Plan Bravo."
"All VF fighter squadrons, launch immediately! Secure air superiority and commence full-spectrum assault and escort!"
"Activate AI control mode for all warships. VEDA now has full command authorization over all three ships. YoRHa forces, enter combat mode—adopt standard formation."
"Human crew will remain aboard to handle maintenance, comms, and damage control."
"Let's go! With our own hands, let's shatter this twisted 'Twilight of the Gods!'"
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That day, fire rained from the skies of Asgard.
Warriors from Midgard—Earth—descended with unshakable determination, engaging the undead legions of the Goddess of Death in a battle of blood and fire.
The once-glorious, golden realm of the gods was transformed into a blazing battlefield of hellish fury.
In the skies, upon the seas, and across the land—everywhere the eye could see was engulfed in fire and explosions.
Swords clashed. Flesh and metal were torn asunder.
The YoRHa androids, wielding Earth's most advanced weaponry and clad in exoskeletal combat suits known as the MKX Assist Frames, tore through the undead ranks like steel angels.
They danced through the chaos like hurricanes, evoking the glory of the Valkyries of old.
Though Asgard's civilization was far more advanced than Earth's in many ways, their approach to warfare was still steeped in the archaic ideals of brute force and melee clashes.
How could such outdated tactics possibly compare to the war-hardened strategies of Earth?
Where Hela relied on raw power and frontal assaults, Kagura wielded tactics with surgical precision.
The YoRHa landing forces employed Earth's modern combined arms doctrine—integrated air-ground support, decentralized formations, leapfrogging advances, and constant mutual coverage.
Every YoRHa fireteam was backed by a support group of heavy weapons specialists and VF transformable fighters, ensuring relentless fire support across every battlefield.
Though the undead outnumbered the androids by several times, the humans held absolute superiority in firepower.
After all, just like the old Asgardians, Hela's troops still relied on crude melee weapons—relics in the age of orbital warfare.
Above, three massive warships floated in low orbit, unleashing a storm of precision firepower.
Main and secondary batteries fired in concert, raining down orbital strikes that sliced through the battlefield, carving Hela's undead army into isolated pockets.
Each bombardment shattered their cohesion, preventing them from mounting any coordinated assault.
This tactical partitioning allowed YoRHa units to exploit localized superiority, engaging in numerous smaller-scale battles that played to their strengths.
In each of these micro-battles, the YoRHa units operated with full squad-level coordination, while the undead, unable to regroup or reorganize, fell one by one into disarray.
Yes, the clash of armies was fierce—but it was merely the backdrop.
Because on the shattered remnants of the Rainbow Bridge… the final confrontation between the key players was about to decide the fate of it all.
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Amidst the smoke and fire, Hela stood tall, clad in a sleek, dark green bodysuit that exuded both sensuality and dominance—an aura of commanding power that was both fearsome and enthralling.
Her long black cape billowed dramatically in the turbulent air, lending the Goddess of Death an even greater air of majesty and intimidation.
She stared down the fractured Rainbow Bridge, quietly waiting.
Waiting for that silver-haired, golden-eyed android girl—to fulfill the promise they had made.
A promise sealed by blood and battle.
A promise that would determine the fate of the Aesir gods… and perhaps the fate of the entire universe.
Would they surrender to destiny and embrace annihilation, letting Ragnarok blaze in all its doomed glory?
Or would they defy fate, and forge a new tomorrow—one filled with uncertainty… and hope?
Everything would be decided here.
Suddenly, a radiant beam of light poured down the length of the Rainbow Bridge.
From the far end, three figures emerged through the shimmering cascade.
Leading them was Kagura.
Her silver hair flowed with the wind, her face radiant with determination.
She wore a sleeveless, short combat dress that, despite its light appearance, shimmered faintly with an invisible energy barrier—proof that even unarmored, her defense was not to be taken lightly.
Strapped to her back was a gleaming new longblade.
A hollow opening at the hilt hinted that a piece was missing—something important.
There was no mistaking it.
This was the mythical weapon that could only be used three times—the cosmic artifact known as the Heartless Blade.
Flanking her to the right was Thor, the God of Thunder. He wore his battle armor and a flowing red cape, his body crackling with arcs of lightning that danced across his skin, radiating raw power that far surpassed his former self.
Clutched tightly in his hand was the Stormbreaker—a war axe of terrifying might, forged to rival the power of the Infinity Stones themselves, and capable of cleaving through Thanos with ease.
To her left strode Loki, the God of Mischief, refusing to be outshined.
Dressed in a stylish dark green coat not too unlike Hela's (coincidence? Perhaps not), his black hair was pulled back beneath a golden horned helmet.
He looked every bit the wicked king, regal and dangerous, exuding divine energy laced with an unnatural, bone-chilling cold.
In his hand, he held a wand of pure white—its gnarled structure resembling a lattice of ancient tree branches.
It shimmered with divine magic, constantly pulsing with deadly force.
This was the Mistletoe Wand, forged in the heart of Nidavellir—capable of killing the undying, and destroying that which cannot be destroyed.
A true god-slaying weapon.
Now, as the three warriors of Asgard advanced toward her, Hela's lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile.
"So... you've finally come, my dear brothers and sister," she said, her voice rich with power and challenge.
"Then let's not waste another second."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Let the slaughter... begin."