"Take your people and follow me."
Hela, her face cold, didn't even glance at The Other behind Beckett before turning to leave.
She still had camp matters to deal with and no time to waste here chattering with this man.
"Kortian, what's the situation?"
Back at the temporary camp, Hela, who quickly got back to work, always acted decisively.
"Hela—uh, who are these two...?" The clean-cut man called by Hela looked up, confused by the presence of two unfamiliar figures.
"It's none of your business. Continue," Hela interrupted her confidant's confusion with an extremely firm attitude, crossing her arms.
"Yes." Kortian rubbed his temples, concealing his exhaustion beneath his expression. He then gently manipulated the air with his hands, and a map slowly unfurled before the four of them.
"The Nine Realms' allied strongholds within the surrounding area have all been eliminated by Your Highness Hela. In other words, the people behind us are temporarily safe."
"However, that's only temporary."
"The Nine Realms' allied forces must have already begun preparing to gather troops for a strong offensive." A few worried lines appeared on Kortian's face, which remained fair and clean despite the ravages of war.
That was the combined army of the Nine Realms, excluding the Asgardians and Dwarves. Without Asgard's backing on Midgard, Hela couldn't hold off that army alone.
Their camp had been leveled by the vanguard of this Nine Realms allied army with lightning speed. If he hadn't desperately broken through the encirclement, they wouldn't have received Hela's late rescue.
"Have our remaining people pack up and prepare to return to Asgard," Hela made a decisive choice. It was time to retreat; trying to be brave would only waste the precious lives of Asgard's warriors.
They were all valiant heroes, heroes of Asgard, and they shouldn't die on Midgard due to such a vast disparity in strength.
As for this so-called Nine Realms Allied Army... when the Asgardian expeditionary force reached Jotunheim, and when the Chitauri army from the Dark Order descended upon Svartalfheim, this united army gathered on Midgard would naturally disperse to provide support.
"But, Your Highness Hela, our research on Midgard—"
"As long as you are all alive, you can continue your research." As long as people are alive, there are infinite possibilities. Once dead, there is nothing left.
Kortian, one of Hela's top strategists, naturally understood this. After a long silence, he finally nodded. Although unwilling, Hela was the leader of their group. They had to obey their leader's words.
"What about the natives of C53 from last time?" Beckett broke the silence, as Woz's scan had not detected the group who had treated him like a god.
"They've left. This place has become a battlefield, and they are not suited to continue living here."
Glancing at Beckett, Hela found it hard to imagine how those people could be so blind as to erect a statue for this man.
She was the one who had saved them in the first place; what did Beckett have to do with it?
"Your Highness Beckett, the Bifrost's light has arrived."
The Other, holding the scepter, felt extremely sensitive to energy. He informed Beckett in advance, before Hela, an Asgardian native, had even sensed it.
Their portal had arrived.
...
Darkness was the main theme of Svartalfheim.
Damp rain was trampled by combat boots, but the muddy path could not stop the messenger's progress.
"My King, the information from our inside contact indicates that Odin seems to have found a powerful helper and has descended upon Asgard with a massive army."
"Helper?"
The man on the throne paused his movements and gestured for the informant to continue.
"Yes, according to Odin's pre-war mobilization speech in Asgard Square, the helper he found is targeting us."
"...Do you have specific details?" The King of the Dark Elves asked, tapping his forehead with his index finger.
He was quite curious about someone who could catch the eye of the arrogant Odin.
"That man's name is Beckett, a survivor from Titan, Thanos's son."
"A survivor from Titan?"
Malekith's voice held a hint of surprise. In his active era, the Eternals of Titan were practically cosmic overlords. How had Titan started using the title "survivor" after he'd taken a nap?
Malekith, who had been busy catching up on the history of the Nine Realms since his revival, hadn't yet reached the cosmic chronicles—the Titan chapter.
"Interesting. Survivors of the Eternals are starting to interfere in the affairs of the Nine Realms?"
Malekith waved his hand, signaling the informant to return and maintain contact with the inside contact in Asgard.
He had instigated the Vanir and even got the peace-loving Elves to join this war against Odin and Asgard. Just as the situation was turning in his favor, how did a descendant of Titan suddenly appear?
"Beckett..."
Malekith felt like he had heard this name somewhere before. His gaze fell upon the information wall next to the royal palace, where various official and unofficial news produced by the Asgardian News Department were displayed. Beckett's name was there, and it was particularly conspicuous.
"The monkey wrestling Laufey in the royal palace?"
Several Asgardians imagined "Beckett" with a tail behind him. Malekith narrowed his eyes and dialed the communication channel of the Frost Giant King, Laufey.
"Malekith, what is it?"
Laufey's phantom image gradually materialized before Malekith's eyes. His tall figure stood amidst the ice and snow, energy surging around him.
"Laufey, I have a question for you. About Beckett, the Son of Titan."
Buzz!
The jarring energy ripples were incredibly piercing, and Laufey's expression instantly turned grim. Malekith's words reminded him of the humiliation he'd felt in the Jotunheim Royal Court, wanting to lash out but not daring to.
The shame of being forced back by both Odin and Thanos…
"It seems the plays circulating in Asgard are all true?" Malekith's raspy voice made Laufey's face darken further.
"Laufey, I need you to provide me with all information about this Beckett, including his strength." Malekith, who acted with caution and prudence, felt it necessary to be fully prepared when facing an unknown Descendant of Titan.
He never fought a battle unprepared.
Since Laufey had already clashed with this Beckett, he could establish a strength model for Beckett based on Laufey.
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