A bad possibility suddenly occurred to Thor.
But then he subconsciously rejected it.
"Impossible. With Leon's strength..."
Instinctively dismissing the thought, Thor closed his mouth and frowned deeper.
Was Leon strong?
Of course, he was. Even Odin himself had said that Leon's strength was nearly on par with his own. With such power, if Leon didn't want to be killed, Thor believed that very few beings in the universe could pose a real threat to him.
If that possibility was ruled out, then it could only mean one thing—Leon and Natasha were not on Earth at all.
The latter wasn't too surprising. Heimdall had already mentioned seeing Natasha and the others traveling to Hell. But what about Leon?
The only two true guardians of Earth were Leon and the Supreme Sorcerer, the Ancient One. The latter could easily be preoccupied dealing with invaders from other dimensions. But what about Leon?
Was he, like the Ancient One, held back by an immensely powerful being—one so strong that it prevented him from acting while disaster struck?
The more Thor thought about it, the more urgent his emotions became.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, summoning Mjolnir from the wooden table behind him.
BOOM!
A bolt of lightning exploded around him, instantly replacing his bare torso with gleaming Asgardian armor.
With a powerful swing, he spun Mjolnir in a blur, and in the next instant, he shot forward like a comet, his destination clear—the Bifrost.
His sudden movement caught the attention of Asgard's warriors, who looked on in confusion.
Fandral, Sif, and the other Asgardian warriors who were on duty also noticed Thor's urgency. Seeing the direction in which he was flying, as well as the heavy expression on his face, they immediately knew—something serious had happened.
Without hesitation, they all ran toward the Rainbow Bridge.
Meanwhile, Thor soared over Asgard, passing the golden city below before landing on the Bifrost.
At its center, a familiar figure stood, clad in armor, gripping the Guardian's sword tightly. His back was turned to Thor as he stared into the void beyond.
Hearing Thor's approaching footsteps, Heimdall turned around.
"Thor..."
"Heimdall, what do you see?"
"I see nothing. Loki is well hidden. If he does not wish to be noticed, he can easily evade my sight."
Heimdall's tone was calm, his expression unreadable.
Thor, however, was unbothered by Heimdall's demeanor. He knew very well that the one entrusted with the Guardian's Sword by Odin was always the most loyal warrior in Asgard.
He and Heimdall were friends. He understood his nature.
Thor's voice was heavy with concern.
"Heimdall, I had a dream... a vision of a coming disaster."
Heimdall's expression sharpened.
"What did you see?"
"I saw life withering. Slaughter running rampant. Screams. Wails. The corpses of innocent people from all Nine Realms."
Heimdall's golden eyes flashed with solemnity.
Thor's visions were not to be taken lightly. He possessed a unique ability—one that allowed him to foresee crucial events. And every time he had such visions, they had an unsettling tendency to come true.
If what Thor foresaw was real...
The scale of the catastrophe would be unimaginable.
Perhaps even more devastating than Ragnarök.
Thor took a deep breath, recalling the chilling image from his dream.
"I saw a woman's back," he murmured. "She wore a tight green battle suit. Her long black hair flowed behind her, and in her hand, she held a sharp black weapon inscribed with runes..."
His eyes locked onto Heimdall.
"Heimdall, I need to know who she is."
For the first time, Heimdall's expression changed. His usually unshakable composure cracked into something close to disbelief.
"This is impossible," he muttered.
"You know who she is?" Thor pressed urgently.
"If it's truly her..." Heimdall trailed off, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Then your vision, Thor, may very well be real. But how? How is it possible?"
His hands clenched around his sword.
"Odin himself carved the seal that bound her. She should not be able to break free..."
He spoke more to himself than to Thor.
Thor's patience ran thin.
"Who is she, Heimdall?"
Heimdall met Thor's gaze, his golden eyes filled with something unreadable. Then, instead of answering, he sighed.
"I'm sorry, Thor. I cannot tell you."
"What?"
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"Perhaps they can give you the answer you seek."
Thor frowned but knew Heimdall well enough to understand—he would say no more.
Without another word, he turned and left.
As he disappeared into the distance, Heimdall exhaled slowly, eyes flickering with unease.
"...Hela."
He whispered the name to himself.
"Why has she appeared in Thor's dreams?"
His expression darkened.
"Odin..."
Thor, unaware of Heimdall's growing concern, walked out of the Rainbow Bridge and soon ran into Fandral and Sif.
"Thor!"
"Thor! What's going on? We saw you—"
Fandral barely got the words out before Thor cut him off.
"Fandral, Sif, I must see my mother."
His voice was firm.
"I need answers. When I have them, I'll tell you everything."
Without waiting for a response, he swung Mjolnir and took off into the sky.
Fandral and Sif exchanged confused glances.
Thor did not go to Odin. He knew very well that the Allfather was still in his Odinsleep—waking him was impossible.
So his only option was Frigga.
The Queen's palace, the Crystal Palace, was vast and luxurious. Asgardians revered it as a symbol of the Queen's grace and wisdom. Ordinary people were forbidden from setting foot inside.
Of course, Thor was an exception.
But as he approached, a palace attendant stepped in his way.
"Your Highness Thor," the beautiful maid said softly. "The Queen has retired for the night. If there is anything urgent..."
Thor's jaw tightened.
He had no time to wait.
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