Chapter 454: Ragnarok Begins!

Chapter 454: Ragnarok Begins!

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After taking the Soul Stone by force, Hela returned to Hel, a place that she never thought she would willingly step foot in again. The Soul Stone pulsed in her hand, its golden light illuminating her features with an eerie glow. As she surveyed the power she now possessed, a sinister smile curled her lips.

With a swift and triumphant motion, Hela raised the Soul Stone high above her head. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of green, fixated on the glowing jewel as she channeled its energy. The stones energy surged through her, a pulse of vitality that made her feel more alive than ever before. She could feel the essence of the Soul Stone intertwining with her own dark magic, amplifying her abilities to an unprecedented level.

As the energy coursed through her, Hela's power expanded outward, extending its influence over the very fabric of Hel itself. She opened her palm, and from it erupted a torrent of golden energy that spread like waves across the desolate landscape. The ground trembled, and ethereal wisps of smoke and mist swirled around her, reacting to the power she wielded. N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

The sky above Hel darkened as the golden energy surged upward, mingling with the shadows. Thunder crackled in the distance, and the air was charged with an otherworldly tension. The realm of the dead seemed to come alive, responding to Hela's command.

With a fierce determination, Hela directed her energy towards the ground. The earth quaked, and from the soil rose countless female figures, each one bearing the armor and weapons of an Asgardian Warrior. They materialized one by one, their forms solidifying as they took shape into an army of mighty Valkyrie.

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Each Valkyrie was a reflection of a glorious past, their faces serene yet devoid of any individuality. They stood at attention, awaiting their queen's orders.

These Valkyrie wore armor that seemed both ancient and timeless, adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that told tales of battles long past. Their armor bore the scars of their last battle against Hela, yet now they mindlessly serve her as Queen.

Their eyes, once bright with life, now glowed with an otherworldly light, giving them a haunting appearance. Their hair flowed like dark rivers of shadow, cascading down their backs as if guided by unseen winds. But despite their undead state, their presence exuded a solemn dignity, a reminder of their past valor.

But Hela's control didn't stop there. Alongside the Valkyrie, deathly figures of winged horses materialized, their forms majestic and awe-inspiring. These were the Pegasus companions that the Valkyrie had once ridden into battle. Now, they stood ready to obey Hela's command just as faithfully as their riders.

Jessica turned away from Loki's heated gaze, an embarrassed look on her face. "How do I look?" She asked in a whisper. "Your mom gave it to me after she realized that I'm an Avenger."

Loki, finding himself almost breathless, managed to utter, "You look radiant..."

Jessica turned to him, a faint blush gracing her cheeks as a small smile graced her lips. She didn't expect him to like it so much, but she certainly didn't mind...

Brunnhilde, the last of the Valkyrie, spoke up, her voice tinged with a mix of melancholy and pride. "You remind me of my sisters."

Jessica turned to Brunnhilde, a sad frown pulling at her lips. But before she could reply with her condolences, the tranquility of the moment was instantly shattered. Countless black portals materialized on the horizon, an ominous sight that drew everyone's attention. The ground trembled as figures emerged from the portals, an army of undead Valkyrie marching forth with an eerie grace, their forms bathed in a faint golden light that flickered like ethereal flames.

The Valkyrie moved with a sense of purpose, their steps light yet commanding, as if they were still guided by the same honor that had once driven them in life. Each movement was deliberate, efficient, a reflection of their battle-hardened training.

Weapons were held in hands that no longer felt fatigue or pain, but their grip was firm, a testament to their readiness for combat. Shields and swords gleamed in the faint light, their edges sharp and deadly. These were the weapons that had once defended Asgard from all threats, yet now they would be used for its downfall.

As they marched, their movements were synchronized, their formation unwavering. The sound of their steps echoed through the city, a solemn drumbeat that heralded their arrival. Their presence was an eerie fusion of beauty and death.

A surge of fury swept through Brunnhilde. The undead army before her had once been her sisters, warriors who had given their lives to protect Asgard. Seeing them used as pawns in Hela's scheme, their eternal rest disturbed, ignited a tremendous anger within her.

"How dare you!" Brunnhilde shouted as she leaped from the balcony, unsheathing her sword mid-air, her eyes locked onto Hela in the distance.

Thor's grip on the railing tightened as he observed the scene unfolding below. The undead Valkyrie were a haunting sight, their presence a grim reminder of Hela's power. He exchanged a tense glance with his brother, who was completely powerless in this situation.

Suddenly, Odin and Frigga appeared beside them, followed by a large group of heavily armed guards, their expressions grave. Frigga's usually serene face bore a frown as she took in the sight of Hela leading the army of undead Valkyrie into the city. Odin's voice carried a weight of resignation as he muttered, "It has begun."

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