"Then I suppose you want me to allow you to use the Bifrost to return to Asgard," Damian said, nodding, not finding Hela's resentment strange.

"That's right, I want you to let me and my army march to Asgard when I'm ready," Hela said, looking intensely into Damian's eyes.

"I'm afraid that's a bit complicated. You see... my daughter is in a relationship with your brother, so I can't grant what you're asking," Damian said carefully, not wanting Hela to explode.

As Damian expected, Hela's expression immediately grew impatient.

"Furthermore, in Asgard, nobody knows you. Odin erased all traces of your existence. Nobody is expecting your return. You'll only be an invader, a stranger. Is that what you want?" Damian said, locking eyes with Hela, whose gaze constantly shifted between madness and sanity.

Hela's armrests were crushed as a funereal aura emanated from her, causing the plants and earth around her to quickly wither and decay, leaving only a black wasteland.

Hela didn't doubt Damian's words; there was no reason for someone like him to lie to her.

All the blood of her men, all the lives she had taken, the difficult decisions and suffering she had endured, was it all for nothing? Couldn't she even gain recognition?

She never thought her father could be so cruel to her.

What did she do wrong? Didn't she always do what he taught her?

The resentment in her eyes was so intense that even Damian felt a chill down his spine. He quickly got up from his seat and backed away several meters with Sassy.

The aura of death continued to expand, snuffing out the life of anything in its path.

As if deep hatred and resentment had resonated with something, the Bifrost suddenly opened in the sky as a large mass of black energy surged toward Hela.

Damian watched this with a stunned expression, swearing he would never leave his house again; only bad things happened.

When the mass of energy merged with Hela, it enveloped her completely before the death energy began to spread at high speeds.

Damian reacted quickly and created a containment dome, but the energy quickly climbed up the walls before filling the entire dome. He couldn't help but be surprised by the strength of the energy; he really had to exert himself to contain it.

As the dome filled up, the death energy soon began to push, trying to break the restraint. Several minutes passed as Damian struggled, and slowly, the energy lost its strength and began to diminish.

Soon, the energy dissipated, and he could finally see Hela. Then he realized that the energy hadn't dispersed but had been absorbed by her.

Hela's appearance had completely changed.

Before, she wore a simple all-black combat suit, but now, this combat suit had green decorations flowing in line throughout.

The lines glowed watery as if liquid ran through them.

On her head, her iconic spiked helmet pointed toward the sky.

Hela opened her eyes with a sigh before looking up at the sky and seeing Damian looking at her.

"Do you have sudden thoughts of killing me?" Damian joked as he landed a few meters away from her.

"I had them before this happened," Hela mocked before looking around.

"At least you can joke," Damian said, smiling slightly as he nodded.

Hela only looked at him with dead eyes. She finally decided not to tell him that she wasn't actually joking; after all, she still needed his help.

''Do you want to fight again?" asked Hela, looking at Damian with a slight smile, her powers had never felt so much her own.

"Are you sure? Despite regaining your strength, I don't think you can defeat me," Damian said, smiling confidently.

"Besides, shouldn't you focus on the 'why'?" Damian said before Hela could conjure a sword.

"He's probably out of Asgard, and my emotions were stirred enough for my own power, which was trapped in Asgard, to escape," Hela said after thinking for a moment.

"Good for you," Damian said, nodding.

"Tell me, does nobody remember me at all?" Hela asked Damian, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

After all, her father brainwashed her from a young age, turning her into a powerful warrior so that one day she would be queen. Protecting Asgard was always engraved in her mind, but it seems her Asgard no longer exists.

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Although she never told anyone, she still enjoyed the appreciation of her people. When her men died, nobody was sad because they died for their people.

Her father spat on those sacrifices.

"You were imprisoned thousands of years ago. Asgardian civilians only live around 5,000 years; most who remembered you are probably dead," Damian said.

Hela fell silent before her eyes filled with determination again. Since her Asgard no longer exists, she will destroy it along with her father.

"The people of Asgard have nothing to do with your vengeance. You shouldn't involve them," Damian said, sighing. It wasn't his business, but Hela didn't seem so maniacal; perhaps talking could lead to an agreement.

"That's none of your concern," Hela said, frowning.

Damian put on a pensive expression before deciding to do something.

"If you focus your vengeance solely on Odin, I'll let you accidentally steal the device that can control the Bifrost," Damian said, looking at her after thinking.

"Why would you do that?" Hela asked, frowning, not trusting Damian at all.

"There are several reasons. I don't like Odin; he'll point his spear at me at any moment. I also consider myself a kind person, although I've killed quite a few people. I'd like to think I haven't killed anyone who didn't deserve it," Damian said.

"So you're a hypocrite," Hela said, looking at him.

"I'd like to think I value life as long as doing so doesn't affect me... well, you could also call me a hypocrite," Damian finally said, not caring if he was one.

"Furthermore, my dear Jane will be angry with me if I participate in the destruction of Asgard. She really liked that place since she hardly ever goes back," Damian complained.

"You know... you're not the kind of person I expected," Hela said, looking at Damian acting like a father dominated by his daughters.

"Neither are you," Damian shrugged.

"Oh? What kind of person did you think I am?" Hela asked curiously.

"Arrogant, maniacal, homicidal, irrational and not very attractive," Damian said, half mocking, half serious.

Hela just looked at him before conjuring a threatening sword.

Damian chuckled lightly before appearing next to Sassy and teleporting back home.

Hela could only put on an irritated expression, especially knowing she had no way to contact him; they hadn't even reached an agreement regarding her revenge.

At that moment, a piece of paper began to fall in front of Hela. Looking at it, she quickly picked it up and saw some numbers written on it.

With some confusion, she finally stored it away; she didn't know what they meant, but she assumed Amelia did.

After a quick glance around, Hela began to head back to her men. After striking Damian, she had told them to wait for her at the location.

She couldn't help but smile seeing them obediently lined up waiting for her; the training was definitely effective.

"Let's go back," Hela said as she continued changing. In a few minutes, they descended from the mountain and got into the vehicles.

The vehicles drove for almost an hour before reaching a small city with black walls.

Although Amelia and several of her subordinates doubted the decision to build walls, Hela ordered it anyway. For her, a city without walls was strange, and it couldn't be ruled out that there might be a stampede of mutant beasts in the future.

The vehicles quickly entered the city, and Hela got off before climbing her tall tower.

Upon reaching her room, her clothes seemed to sink into her body, leaving her completely naked.

Walking to her closet, she quickly began to choose what to wear.

At that moment, the door opened, and Amelia entered the room.

Seeing the naked Hela picking clothes from the closet, Amelia couldn't help but sigh.

"How was the hunt?" Amelia asked, avoiding looking at her teacher and sitting on the sofa with her back to her.

"Why ask something you already know?" Hela said, putting on a simple robe before lying down on the sofa in front of Amelia.

"The soldiers said they encountered King Damian," Amelia said, still unsure if she believed the news.

"In fact, he did appear," Hela nodded.

"So, what's with you hitting him?" Amelia frowned, wondering if she should sound the alarm and prepare for a Spartan invasion.

"I just wanted each of us to know our place. There's nothing like fighting to gain mutual respect," Hela said casually.

"Plus, I benefited quite a bit," Hela said, looking at her palm. A black mist enveloped it before quickly being absorbed again.

"You didn't respect him before?" Amelia asked curiously.

"I respected his strength," Hela nodded.

"So you wanted him to respect you?" Amelia asked with a smile.

Hela looked at Amelia with a little annoyance before ignoring her, turning her attention to a small table next to the sofa before pouring herself a glass of wine and taking gentle sips.

"Do you think I shouldn't massacre all the people of Asgard?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia.

If it were someone else, she wouldn't have even paid attention, but when Damian was the one telling her, she couldn't help but ponder the matter.

"I definitely think they're not to blame for what they did. If you want to massacre Asgard to cause Odin suffering, it's really not a good method," Amelia said, choosing her words carefully.

"Perhaps there are better ways to make him suffer," Amelia said, testing the effect of her words.

"Such as?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia.

"Defeating Odin and chaining him to the throne of Asgard and making him watch as you rule."

"Being happy, having attachments, finding love, conquering the universe, doing everything your father was against," Amelia said with a look full of madness.

Hela looked at her a little shocked by the emotion in her words.

"Love?" Hela murmured before shaking her head with a mocking grimace.

"Isn't Damian a good option? His children would definitely be powerful," Amelia said softly as if it suddenly occurred to her.

Hela looked at Amelia wordlessly.

"I've never thought about those things, but Damian is a worthy partner," Hela nodded slightly.

"Still, things like love, I don't think I'm capable of feeling," Hela said, giving a slight smile as she took a sip of wine.

Amelia just shook her head with a smile; people like Hela found it really hard to find love, but if they happened to find it, they loved in a very intense and fervent way.

"By the way, Damian gave me this," Hela said, taking out a paper and handing it to Amelia.

"Oh!? Did he give you his personal phone number? Maybe it's one of the most sought-after things in the world," Amelia said, half-jokingly and half seriously.

"Number?" Hela asked, looking at Amelia confused.

"Remember, phones, you dial the number and you can communicate directly through images or voice," Amelia sighed, her master was really old-fashioned.

Hela nodded slightly, understanding then that Damian had left his number for them to keep communicating about their agreement.

"I don't have a phone," Hela said.

"You said it was too bothersome," Amelia said immediately.

"Then get me one; I guess I'll have to learn to use it," Hela nodded.