Marvel Cybernetic Girl

The sky churned with raging winds and crackling lightning. Thunder rumbled like the roar of ancient beasts.

Divine power ran rampant across the land, throwing everything into endless chaos.

Mountains cracked, rocks shattered, and debris flew like sharp shrapnel.

Gravity itself had lost its grip on this wild, uncontrollable region.

Faded leaves were swept up by the sheer force, torn to pieces in mid-air like fragile boats in a violent sea.

Bolts of tremendous lightning slashed across the sky, reducing everything they touched to blackened ash.

And amidst this shattered land stood two lonely figures.

One was an aged, one-eyed man with white hair. The other—a tall, raven-haired woman clad in a dark green form-fitting robe, exuding youth and vitality.

"Well, well... what a surprise," the woman sneered. "I thought by the time I escaped that place, you'd have long turned to dust."

She was breathtaking—a figure no ordinary woman could hope to match. Her face was sharp, bold, and beautiful beyond compare.

But beyond that beauty was a cold, imperial arrogance—a supreme, unmatched authority.

Her dark, smoky eyes were like twin daggers, flashing dangerously. "But this is better, isn't it? Instead of wasting time mourning you back in Asgard, I get to kill you here with my own hands!"

"Hela... my daughter..." Odin's calm voice stood in stark contrast to her violent fury.

Though their divine powers clashed in the air, unleashing energy enough to tear the world apart, his tone was gentle—like an old father patiently speaking to his lost child.

"I regret it deeply—sealing you away. I've never stopped regretting it... I know I was a failure of a father. But everything I did, I did for you."

"For Asgard. For the universe itself. So if you must hate me... if you must kill me, then do so." Odin sighed. "But please... remember this—I beg for your forgiveness."

"Forgiveness?" Hela laughed bitterly, her voice like cracking ice. "What a joke, Odin. How shameless can you possibly be to speak such words?"

Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her black, cursed blade. "You locked me away in that hellish prison, stripped me of my glory... erased my name... my very existence... all because you wanted to shed your bloody past as a conqueror and pretend to be a 'wise king.'"

Above them, the storm raged—howling like a thousand dragons, swirling like a beast set free.

Hela's fury fed the tempest. Her power—long trapped and festering for endless ages in that hellish dimension—had grown to rival Odin's own.

"You... the cold, heartless coward. The liar. The hypocrite. You dare stand there and call me 'daughter'?!"

Her voice trembled—not just with rage, but with something deeper: grief, confusion... the heartbreak of betrayal and a lifetime of loneliness.

"Spare me your poisoned words, Odin. Your false kindness only sickens me. A dying old man should kneel and beg for mercy—not prattle on like this!"

As her words fell, countless black blades rose around her like a swarm—death incarnate, summoned by the Goddess of Death herself.

These weren't mere weapons of steel or any material known to science. No—they were the manifestation of divine power itself.

Hela's godhood brought these "Blades of Execution" into being—the embodiment of slay, pierce, kill.

Pure concepts turned into lethal reality.

It didn't matter whether the target was mortal or god, fortress or indestructible alloy—the blades would cut through all without exception.

Perhaps only the Power Stone, representing the universe's ultimate defense, could withstand them unscathed.

Against this merciless tide of blades, Odin's power seemed like a candle flickering in a storm.

A golden aura—thin as worn cloth—wrapped around his body, struggling to hold back the crushing force of Hela's fury.

But even so, the old king could only barely keep himself from being torn apart.

Once the mighty and unrivaled King of Asgard, Odin now stood frail and weary—a shadow of his former self, his life nearing its twilight.

"I won't grant you the mercy of a quick death, Odin. That would be far too kind."

Hela smirked as she strolled forward with the slow, deliberate grace of a stalking cat, her every step radiating dark allure.

All the while, she crushed Odin's faltering divine power beneath her overwhelming might.

"I want you to understand, down to your very soul, the torment I endured during those endless years! I want you to taste the agony and despair of being sealed away in a dimension of darkness, abandoned by your own father!"

"Hela... my daughter..." There was no anger on Odin's face—only calm resignation.

"Do whatever you wish... This is your right. My punishment. But even now, I can only hope... that in the very end, you will understand me. Forgive me..."

"Forgive you? Never. Not in this life. Not ever!"

Hela raised her right hand high, calling forth an enormous obsidian blade from the stormy heavens above.

Thunder roared as the titanic weapon, like a falling meteor, hurtled toward Odin.

With a deafening crash, the blade shattered the last of Odin's protective aura, his weakened divine power dissipating like scattered dust.

The impact unleashed a shockwave that blasted Odin off his feet, slamming him hard into the broken earth.

Before he could move, countless dark blades rained down like a deadly storm, pinning him mercilessly to the ground.

"Odin... did you think your death would end this? Oh no... It's far from over. In fact... it's only just begun."

Hela stepped onto Odin's chest, her heel pressing down cruelly as she leaned forward.

Her gaze burned with fury and scorn, glowing like embers in the shadows.

"I'll kill your precious sons. I'll burn Asgard to the ground. And from its ashes, I'll rebuild it—my way!"

She sneered, her voice laced with bitter triumph.

"Don't worry, Odin. You were a coward—but I am not. I won't disappoint you. I've never disappointed you... have I?"

Hela stood tall, her black blade materializing once more in a writhing mass of dark energy.

"I will carry on your legacy... and reshape the Asgardian Empire. The glory of the Aesir will shine across every corner of this universe. But you? I will never forgive you. I will never understand you. From now on... I decide what happens."

With a final flick of her hand, the deadly blades aimed themselves at every inch of Odin's helpless form.

"The conversation is over, Odin. Now... savor the endless pain you so deserve."

[Directed High-Energy Electromagnetic Pulse: Activated]

'BZZZZZT—!'

In that split second before the killing blow fell, a streak of brilliant white lightning crashed down from the sky.

A silver-haired girl descended like a star, landing between Hela and Odin, interrupting the strike with ease.

"Hello there, big sister Hela. What a surprise... I didn't think you'd come out on your own."

Her long, silver-white hair fluttered in the wind as she raised her head slowly. Her golden eyes shimmered with quiet intensity.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Kagura. Just like you... I'm a princess of Asgard."