HELA VS AZRAEL

Azrael and Hela stood face to face, their presences completely dominating the environment. They stared at each other, as if they were sizing each other up.

Azrael was the first to speak, her voice calm but full of confidence.

“I didn’t expect Metatron to lose, but I won’t.”

He paused briefly, tilting his head slightly as he continued.

“When we fought last time, there was no winner. But I know better than anyone what you can and can’t do… don’t you think so, little sister?”

Hela said nothing. She remained silent, her skull mask hiding any expression she might have. Her body, however, projected a dangerous calm, as if she were waiting for the perfect moment to act.

God, from his throne, raised his hand and spoke in a solemn voice:

“Let the final combat begin.”

Hearing the order, Hela spread her arms and opened her black cloak, revealing her attire.