After Mavuika calmed the surging power within her body, she immediately flew toward the place where Hela had fallen.
Hela lay on the rocky ground, her body in a wretched state, her breath as weak as a flickering candle in the wind.
But she was still alive; her dark green eyes forced open a sliver, looking at her older sister who had landed beside her.
"Did we... win...?" she asked hoarsely, trying to force a smile, but it only tugged at the wounds on her face, making her twitch in pain.
Mavuika knelt beside her, gently pressing her hands against Hela's charred chest.
The light of the Eternal Flame surged from her palms, tenderly enveloping Hela's body.
With the blessing of the Eternal Flame, Mavuika's flames now seemed to possess a life of their own.
Not only could they explode like the Sun to destroy enemies, but they could also heal wounds like the fire of life.
Inside Hela's body, the carbonized tissues, vaporized flesh, and shattered bones began to reverse, reorganize, and renew under the radiance of the Eternal Flame.
The charred skin regrew, the carbonized muscles regained their elasticity, and the shattered bones were reconstructed as they were before.
Those horrific burns disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by intact and even tougher new tissue.
Hela's breathing quickly stabilized, and her dark green eyes regained their luster.
Ten seconds later, she sat up.
Looking down at her intact body, Hela was stunned.
She moved her fingers, made a fist, and then touched her face; it was as smooth as before, without even a single scar left behind.
"Sister..." She looked at Mavuika. "Your flames have this kind of effect now?"
"I'm surprised too; I suppose it's a blessing in disguise," Mavuika said with a weary smile.
Although the battle was won, the process had not been easy. The power within her was nearly exhausted, but fortunately, merging with the Eternal Flame had restored some for Mavuika.
However, Mavuika was still unfamiliar with the power of the Eternal Flame, so using it was naturally not as easy or skillful as her original power.
Hela remained silent for a long time, then whispered, "Thank you."
On the flagship of Asgard, Odin stood at the bow holding gungnir, having witnessed this soul-stirring battle with his own eyes.
When the Eternal Flame merged into Mavuika's body and that soaring fire energy erupted, Odin's eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of surprise flashing within them.
He could clearly feel that after absorbing the Eternal Flame, Mavuika's power had reached a terrifying level.
If she were to completely master the power of the Eternal Flame, Mavuika's strength would likely rise to a level almost no less than his own as the King of the Gods!
At this, Odin felt very gratified.
This meant that the prosperity of Asgard would continue for even longer ages.
And after Surtur was defeated and lost the Eternal Flame, the entirety of Muspelheim underwent a massive transformation at that moment.
The volcanoes stopped erupting, the magma began to cool and solidify, the smell of sulfur in the air gradually faded, and the temperature began to drop.
Although it was still far from reaching a comfortable level, it was quite different from the previous hellish landscape of fire, becoming much milder.
Mavuika turned around, looking at the distant Asgardian fleet and her father at the bow.
Odin's single eye was full of gratification and pride.
He raised the Eternal Spear, pointing it toward the entire sky.
"The Nine Realms... are unified!"
After a brief period of rest and reorganization, the Asgardian fleet began its orderly return.
Mavuika stood in the observation deck of the flagship, her hands pressed against the shimmering crystal porthole, her amber eyes reflecting the golden kingdom drawing ever closer.
Her pale golden long hair had returned to its original color, though a faint platinum-gold shimmer still occasionally flowed through the tips—an imprint left by the Eternal Flame within her, like the streaming light at the edge of a solar corona.
Inside her body, three powers were slowly and steadily merging.
The Asgardian Divine Power, or rather the Odinforce, surged like a golden river; it was the power she had possessed since birth, originating from the same source as this land—warm, majestic, and full of a sense of order.
The power of the Natlan Pyro Archon was scorching and resilient; it was the reliance she had used to save the people of Natlan while in Teyvat, an inseparable part of her.
Meanwhile, the Eternal Flame was like a newborn star suspended deep within her soul, each pulse releasing light and heat so pure they were almost primal.
The three powers were not simply stacking; they were permeating, understanding, and... sublimating each other.
She could feel that her flames were undergoing a fundamental change.
It was no longer just about "temperature" or "purification," but had gained a deeper dimension.
It was a trace of the concept of "Eternity," a seed of "immortality," the most primordial and true face of fire.
But besides the increase in power, Mavuika also captured something more subtle and familiar.
In the deepest part where the Eternal Flame mingled with her own essence, something was awakening.
It wasn't fire, nor was it divine power, but a... rule.
A fundamental law concerning life, death, reincarnation, and rebirth.
Mavuika closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into the sea of her soul.
There, she saw light—
Not the platinum-gold of the Eternal Flame, nor the gold of the Asgardian Divine Power, but a soft, inclusive warm-gold that seemed capable of soothing all wounds.
Within the light, countless tiny runes flowed, combined, and chanted a silent poem.
The Resurrection Poem.
Mavuika looked astonished.
This clearance from Teyvat, from the Shade of Death, her final gift as the Pyro Archon in her previous life, had actually existed deep within her soul all along, crossing the barriers of the World with her and being reborn together in Asgard?
It was just that before, this rule had been sleeping.
Perhaps it was the difference in the laws of the World, or a lack of power level, or maybe it just lacked an awakening opportunity.
And the Eternal Flame, this primordial fire from the birth of the Universe, at the moment it merged into her body, not only tempered her body and divine power but also acted like a key, opening that long-sealed door.
Mavuika tried to mobilize that ball of warm-golden light.
It was very difficult.
Every rune carried the weight of life, and every rotation involved the laws of death.
She could only vaguely sense its existence now but could not yet truly invoke it.
It must have just awakened, and the power of the Eternal Flame hadn't been fully digested yet.
Mavuika opened her eyes and whispered to herself, "I still need time..."
This discovery caused an unspeakable joy to well up in her heart.
She knew the role of the Resurrection Poem in war all too well; it was a power capable of turning the tide in desperate situations. If this power could be recreated in Asgard...
She looked out the porthole.
The fleet had already passed through Asgard's atmosphere; the spires of the golden palace shimmered in the sunlight, and the Bifrost Bridge was like a harp string spanning the sky, playing a movement of triumph.