The war speech

In the vibrant realm of Asgard, tension filled the air as the impending war cast its shadow upon the land. The atmosphere was rife with the anticipation of battle, the thirst for blood, and the pursuit of glory. It was a time for the warriors to prove themselves and earn their place in Valhalla. The warrior spirit burned brightly, as did the soldiers' morale, for they were ready to fight for Asgard.

Although not the entirety of Odin's army, a formidable force stood assembled. Highly trained Asgardian gods stood united, their ranks stretching from the ground to the skies. Swords and shields were the common arms among them, but many also wielded spears, a weapon of choice for many.

The soldiers were organized in meticulous rows, standing apart from each other. Within the ranks, there was a division of 40,000 soldiers clad in golden armor—the elite among the elite. Another division of 60,000 foot soldiers donned silver armor, while archers and spearmen formed additional units. The golden army favored big shields and swords, while some wielded energy weapons.

A contingent of 3,500 soldiers was assigned to operate planes and fighter crafts. Furthermore, a special division comprising solely of female soldiers stood at the forefront. Mounted atop majestic pegasi, the Valkyries were the embodiment of war, death, and victory. Though their numbers were small, they commanded great respect, even from Odin himself.

Leading the Valkyries was Brunnhilde, a woman known for her strength and sharpness. With her dark hair flowing and silver armor gleaming, she guided her team with unwavering determination, inspiring hope in the hearts of her comrades.

Descending from the grand palace accompanied by his 20 royal guards, the king took the lead. The guards, donning golden armor that concealed their faces, followed closely. Walking alongside the king was a small girl, her appearance resembling that of a boy with her short hair. Her eyes, sharp and serious like a hawk's, exuded a confidence that belied her age. Surrounded by the grand army, she remained unfazed, emanating power and determination as she made her way to the stage for a speech.

As the king ascended the stage, the soldiers erupted into thunderous applause, banging swords against shields and spears against the ground. Their united might shook the very ground beneath their feet, a display of power and unwavering morale.

After a momentous ten minutes, the crowd gradually quieted, and the king began to address them, discussing the purpose of the war and why they fought. The crowd's fervor grew with every word, their spirits soaring higher and higher. The speech culminated with Odin pounding his Gungnir, the spear of heaven—a symbol of power and security for Asgard.

Following the king's speech, it was now time for the queen to take the stage. Her words resonated deeply, emphasizing the reasons they fought this arduous war—for family, the future of Asgard, and the sacrifices made by each and every one of them. Her emotional speech further bolstered their morale, stirring their hearts.

Finally, it was the princess's turn to address the gathered warriors. Trained by royal tutors in the art of speech-giving, she possessed the poise and confidence necessary for such an occasion. Walking to the stage with measured steps, she beheld the sea of expectant eyes below her, projecting a commanding presence.

Hela: (...As everyone gathered here knows, war looms upon us. This war will etch its mark in history, becoming the stuff of legends—a legendary conquest. Listen well, for our enemies out there shall show no mercy. I implore you, offer them no mercy, show them no weakness. We shall emerge victorious, but not without sacrifices. Know this, if they take one of ours, we shall claim five of theirs. Blood will be paid with blood. Today, all of you standing shoulder to shoulder, both here and on the battlefield, shall become brothers. Trust your lives to one another, for together, we shall give the enemy hell, for the glory of Asgard!)

As Hela descended from the stage, the soldiers erupted into cheers once more, their morale reaching new heights. The princess had instilled in them a clear purpose—to go out and vanquish the enemy with unwavering resolve. Now, they were prepared to march towards the Bifrost.

Their destination: the realm of the fire giant, Surtur, a feared entity dreaded by many. Known to possess strength comparable to Odin himself, Surtur was believed to be the harbinger of Ragnarok. His sword, an artifact of immense power, had the capability to bring ruin upon Asgard. Today marked the beginning of a great war.

Hela: (So it begins. Can Odin truly overcome Surtur's might? Despite his Odinforce, I wonder if it will be enough to halt that monster. The original Hela perished at his hand. This war shall prove to be the most challenging. Yet, it is a path worth treading. My eyes are set on the giant's sword, a legendary weapon that brought destruction to this very realm. I desire it, but first, I must learn to fight and vanquish as many foes as possible. Through death, I shall awaken my true divinity and become an immortal. I require the lives of others, for there is no other way. This war shall aid me in my growth. However, my top priority is survival... Damn it, one war after another. Well, I cannot deny this fate. Yet, I yearn to partake in other endeavors. My own army shall become a dream if I remain idle.)