"The Nine Realms are one; they are connected and supported by the roots of the Irminsul. That is why I have thought of a method, a way that might allow the rules of the Resurrection Poem to truly take root in this World and cover the entire Nine Realms."
"I need you to go to Helheim," Mavuika said, every word crystal clear.
"That is the final resting place for the dead of the Nine Realms, the place where the rules of death are most concentrated and fundamental. I want you to go there and use your Death Divine Power as a 'chisel' to carve the rules of the Resurrection Poem, bit by bit, into the very foundation of Helheim."
Hela's eyes widened. Carving rules... into the foundation of the entire Helheim?
"Then..." Mavuika continued, "I will travel to Midgard, the center of the Nine Realms, where the trunk of the Irminsul passes through."
"I will ignite the 'Holy Fire' in Midgard, using my flames as a 'fuse' and the rules you carve in Helheim as a 'circuit' to expand, connect, and ultimately spread the laws of the Resurrection Poem across the entire Nine Realms!"
"When that time comes, within the Nine Realms, all life that fights for Asgard and exists for the order of the Nine Realms will be protected by the Resurrection Poem. Death will no longer be the end, but the beginning of the next charge."
"Even when facing those Gods, we will at least have a trump card: an eternal legion that never depletes, never breaks, and constantly undergoes nirvana and rebirth in battle!"
The study fell into a long silence.
Hela stood where she was, motionless. She too was stunned by Mavuika's idea, which could only be described as insane.
The Resurrection Poem covering the entire Nine Realms... An undead legion in the true sense of the word... The confidence to have a fighting chance against the Gods...
Hela took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down from the shock.
She looked at Mavuika, scrutiny and suspicion reappearing in her eyes.
"Sister..." Her voice was a bit dry. "Such a massive undertaking... it cannot be completed in a short time. Carving rules into the entire Helheim? That will probably take decades... or even centuries!"
She stared fixedly into Mavuika's eyes, suspicion flickering in her gaze. "You aren't trying to... use this to stall me, are you? Using a grand goal to 'exile' me to Helheim for hundreds of years, so I won't have a chance to bring up expansion again?"
To Hela's surprise, Mavuika nodded generously.
"Yes."
The admission was so frank and direct that all the questions and anger Hela had prepared were stuck in her throat.
Mavuika looked at his younger sister's stunned expression, a bitter and helpless smile appearing on his face:
"Hela, Father's thinking is correct; Asgard needs stability now. Your thinking is also correct; Asgard also needs to face future dangers."
He walked forward and placed his hands gently on Hela's shoulders.
"Therefore, this is the only compromise I can think of for now," Mavuika's voice was soft, yet very serious.
"It can satisfy your desire for a 'great cause,' and at the same time, it can buy Asgard precious time."
Mavuika's candor left Hela at a loss for words for a moment.
She looked at her sister's face, so close, and looked into those golden eyes, seeing the undisguised sincerity, anticipation, and... a trace of imperceptible exhaustion.
Hela's heart wavered.
She was tempted by Mavuika's plan, that was for sure! What could be more exciting than participating in shaping the fundamental laws of the Nine Realms with her own hands? What could be more fitting for her authority as the Goddess of Death than creating a truly immortal legion?
But on the other hand... hundreds of years.
Once she accepted this mission, it meant she would have to leave Asgard, leave the familiar battlefield, leave the bustling capital, and even leave her sister and mother... to travel alone to that cold, dead, and desolate Helheim where only the undead wandered.
There, there would be no cheers, no glory, no blood-pumping battles.
There would only be endless silence, tedious carving, and a long, lonely confrontation with death itself.
Hundreds of years.
Just thinking about it, Hela felt a suffocating resistance.
She was a tiger born for the battlefield, not a viper that could endure long periods of hibernation.
More importantly, she understood that wanting to change Odin's mind now was basically impossible.
Unless she truly fought a great battle with Father and won, there might be a slim chance.
The great hall was silent, with only the occasional hum of mjolnir reflecting Hela's inner struggle.
Finally, she stomped her foot in resentment.
The ground beneath her feet cracked with a "crack" sound, splitting into spiderweb-like fissures.
Then Hela raised her head, and all the hesitation and struggle in her eyes were replaced by a near-resolute ruthlessness.
She suddenly raised mjolnir, the hammer head pointing straight at Mavuika.
"I can help you!"
Hela's voice was resolute, carrying an air of Burning bridges.
"But before that—"
She looked at Mavuika's suddenly solemn expression, a near-crazy, yet incredibly real smile curling at the corner of her lips.
"Have a good, satisfying fight with me!"
"Don't hold back, sister, use all your current, true strength!"
Hela's eyes burned with intense fighting spirit, a blaze that transformed all her confusion, unwillingness, anger, and anticipation into the purest desire for battle.
"Let me see how far you have come! Let me see the gap between us now, and let me see if the sister I am about to spend hundreds of years assisting is truly... worth it for me, Hela Odinson, to do so!"
Because of these words, the air in the study instantly became extremely tense.
Mavuika looked at his younger sister, who was boiling with fighting spirit, looking at the complex emotions mixed in her eyes—challenge, testing, and a final farewell...
For a long time, he took a slow, deep breath.
Then, he also smiled.
The smile was warm and bright, like sunlight breaking through dark clouds, carrying a sense of relief, even... a sense of unburdening.
"Of course, no problem."
Mavuika said softly, and golden-red flames, like a waking dragon, began to slowly rise from his body.
"Where?"
"The training ground, the largest one."
"Now?"
"Now!"
The sisters' gazes collided in the air, with no hostility, no hatred, only the purest respect of warrior to warrior, and a "conversation" between sisters conducted in the way they each excelled at.
Hela shouldered mjolnir, turned, and strode towards the door.
Mavuika watched her back, his golden eyes reflecting his younger sister's resolute and proud figure.
A decisive battle, unrelated to victory or defeat, intended only for release and verification, was about to begin.
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