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The battlefield stilled for a moment.

Amid the blood, the ice, the ruin —

a ripple of pure joy passed through the battered ranks of Asgard.

Thor's face lit up with a broad, boyish grin.

"Haha! I knew she would come!"

His booming laugh cut through the tension like a blade.

It was impossible not to feel a spark of hope ignite in the hearts of the warriors.

Standing beside him, Loki rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Idiot," he muttered.

But even he couldn't suppress the slight upward tug at the corner of his mouth.

Bella had come.

And Asgard was still standing because of her.

Across the shattered square, battered warriors of Asgard looked up —

and cheered.

For the first time since the battle had begun, they roared not in rage or desperation — but in victory.

"Who is that woman?"

"I don't know — but she's incredible!"

"She stopped Laufey's frost wave head-on!"

Even the Frost Giants faltered, glancing at each other uncertainly.

The tide of battle —

had shifted.

Not far away, the towering figure of Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, glowered from the icy battlefield.

His muscles tensed with frustration.

Though he bore no grievous wounds from the earlier explosion, it had drained him.

Channeling the Casket of Ancient Winters took immense strength.

And the fact that his ultimate strike had been stopped...

It was unacceptable.

Laufey's red eyes locked onto Bella, standing calmly atop the grand staircase leading into Asgard's palace.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him.

She was dangerous.

Far more dangerous than anyone else on this battlefield.

"Who are you?" Laufey snarled, his voice echoing across the broken plaza.

Bella's gaze swept the battlefield.

She registered Thor and Loki — battered but alive.

The Four Warriors of Asgard — bruised but cheering.

The corpses of fallen soldiers.

The scattered Frost Giants still readying themselves for bloodshed.

Finally, her emerald eyes settled on Laufey.

Unblinking.

Unflinching.

A small, mocking smile touched her lips.

"Saber."

The word floated out casually.

Laufey's brows furrowed.

"Saber?" he growled, confused.

He didn't understand the meaning.

It didn't matter.

His hatred boiled over.

"Woman, you have no place in this war," Laufey barked, frost swirling violently around his form.

"This is between Asgard and Jotunheim!"

Bella didn't even blink.

Her gaze flicked briefly to the glowing Casket of Ancient Winters still clutched in his massive hand.

A gleam of interest sparked in her eyes.

"That artifact," she thought, "is powerful enough to freeze ten planets in an instant. Even Odin fears it."

For the first time in a long time, Bella felt genuine excitement.

That thing would make one hell of a trophy.

Step by step, she descended the grand staircase.

Her black leather boots echoed sharply against the stone, slicing through the tension in the air.

As she approached, she passed Thor and Loki.

The two brothers, wounded but standing, watched her approach.

Thor smiled weakly despite the situation.

"Ah, our savior," he said, looking relieved.

Loki crossed his arms and huffed like a sulking cat.

"Finally decided to stop spectating, did you?"

Bella smirked.

Her gaze didn't waver from Laufey.

"You seem... unwilling to accept reality," she said coolly.

Thor, still grinning despite his bruises, leaned toward Loki and whispered:

"She's so arrogant it's almost cute."

Loki snorted.

"Tch. Idiot."

Bella ignored them both.

The huntress had found her prey.

Laufey's face twisted.

The frost around him thickened, rising into jagged spires.

His rage became a visible thing — a storm of hate and ice.

"You dare—"

But Bella had already moved.

BOOM—!

A shockwave shattered the ground beneath her boots.

Her body blurred into motion — faster than any Frost Giant could track.

One instant Laufey was roaring at her—

The next, a slender jade-colored hand smashed down onto his forehead.

CRACK!

The massive King of Jotunheim was slammed into the earth like a rag doll.

The ground split in a spiderweb of cracks.

A ten-meter crater exploded outward from the point of impact.

Dust and debris filled the air.

Laufey's hulking body twitched, stunned.

Blood — blue and viscous — oozed from his mouth.

His mind reeled from the force of the blow.

He — the King of Giants — had been manhandled like a toy.

"Damn...!" he choked.

Laufey struggled, trying to rise, summoning the icy might of Jotunheim around him.

The frost surged up in thick clouds, freezing the very air.

A normal opponent would have been flash-frozen instantly.

But Bella simply smiled faintly.

Her body, fortified by terrifying magical strength, burned hotter than any ordinary fire.

The freezing air barely chilled her skin.

Her blood pulsed with raw power, dissolving the frost as quickly as it formed.

Before Laufey could react, Bella gripped his skull —

and flung him skyward.

In the blink of an eye, she followed with a blinding upward kick.

BOOM—!

The air itself cracked.

The impact struck Laufey like a cannonball to the gut.

He was hurled backward at incredible speed.

He smashed through building after building —

stone walls crumbling, statues shattering —

until he finally embedded into the side of a palace, his body forming a grotesque star-shaped crater.

Blood dripped freely down the gilded walls.

The Casket of Ancient Winters slipped from his fingers.

It clattered to the ground, spinning once before coming to a stop with a hollow ring.

All across the battlefield, a stunned silence fell.

Thor, Loki, Sif, and every Asgardian warrior stared with mouths slightly open.

Even the surviving Frost Giants froze in shock.

"Odin above..." one warrior whispered.

"She—she defeated Laufey in seconds..."

The murmurs grew into a tidal wave of awed voices.

"Is she... a Valkyrie?"

"She's stronger than anyone I've ever seen!"

"The Goddess of Judgment!"

Thor couldn't help but laugh — a big, open laugh full of wonder and admiration.

He thumped Loki on the back.

"See? I told you she's something else!"

Loki groaned.

"You're embarrassing yourself," he muttered.

Bella stood at the center of it all, her figure bathed in the light of the sun breaking through the smoky clouds.

She didn't smile.

She didn't bask.

She simply reached out her hand —

and called the fallen Casket of Ancient Winters into her grasp with a snap of magic.

The tide of battle had changed.

The Son of Midgard had come.

And her hunt — had only just begun.