The war

The war raged on relentlessly, an unyielding clash between the armies of red-glowing demons and the valiant forces of Golden and Silver. As if viewed from the heavens, the battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see—a chaotic sea of bodies engaged in a brutal struggle for survival.

Amidst the chaos, a young princess named Hela stood tall, her delicate frame wielding a sword far larger than herself. By her side stood her loyal Valkyrie, a formidable warrior in her own right. Before them lay a swarm of small fire demons, their crude weapons forged from molten-like metal, their bodies engulfed in raging flames.

Positioned towards the rear, Hela had been assigned the task of eliminating any demon that dared approach her in two swift swings of her sword. It seemed like a simple task, but its purpose was to strengthen her willpower and build her stamina for the battles that lay ahead. As she tightened her grip on the sword, her mind couldn't help but drift back to memories of her world's war. She recalled the tense atmosphere that hung in the air just before chaos erupted. However, this time, excitement overshadowed any traces of nervousness. She now possessed power, unlike the days when a mere gun was her only ally.

The piercing sound of war horns reverberated through the air, signaling the commencement of the battle. The archers unleashed a volley of arrows, transforming the sky into a deadly tempest that rained down upon the demons below. The onslaught of arrows proved devastating, effectively thinning the enemy ranks and leaving countless demons lifeless in the wake of the storm.

Following the archers, foot soldiers surged forward, charging headlong into the approaching horde. The valkyries, mounted upon majestic Pegasus, were agents of death, their prowess unmatched as they struck fear into the hearts of the demons. Hela watched in awe as the demons hurled themselves toward her, their fiery forms resembling skeletal apparitions.

With her sword poised, she carefully tracked the movements of the demon hurtling in her direction. Anticipating his leap, she swiftly swung her sword, severing him in two. But in the thrill of the moment, she momentarily lost control, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow thanks to the swift actions of her comrades. Recomposing herself, Hela focused on not repeating her mistakes, although she soon discovered there were still many lessons to learn.

For nearly six grueling hours, Hela swung her sword with increasing precision, diligently correcting her errors and perfecting her posture. Gradually, the number of demons dwindled, and the day drew to a close. However, Hela's attention was suddenly drawn to a more formidable adversary—an imposing, muscular demon that stood before her, emitting a piercing screech before charging into battle. Their swords clashed with brute force, lacking finesse but brimming with raw power. The demon matched Hela's strength blow for blow, inflicting numerous cuts upon her armor and body. Analyzing his moves, she eventually found an opening, swiftly moving behind him to deliver a decisive blow that impaled him from behind.

Exhausted and covered in wounds, Hela retreated to her tent, where a nurse promptly attended to her injuries. However, the nurse's work was far from over, as she hurriedly attended to the more seriously wounded soldiers on the front lines. Hela sighed, reflecting on the events of the day.

"Well, for a first day, it could have been worse, but it definitely wasn't perfect either. I owe my life to my team countless times. If it weren't for them, that initial encounter would have been the end of me. I need to improve. Perhaps if I had dedicated myself to training and practice like other main characters, I could have performed even better. Tomorrow, I must train harder when I wake up. I can't afford to falter, for even the slightest misstep could cost me dearly. These demons are fast and surprisingly cunning, capable of evading attacks with ease. Why is it so challenging? And the pain... it hurts even to lie down. Burns cover my hands, despite the protection offered by my armor. This battlefield is a treacherous hellhole. I yearn to return to Asgard, but I must learn to fight with greater skill and resilience, for my reputation and the future's sake."

Despite her self-critical thoughts, Hela's team commended her for the unwavering courage she displayed throughout the six-hour ordeal. They marveled at the fact that she was merely ten years old, finding it difficult to comprehend the extraordinary strength and determination she possessed.