Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 721 The Three Goddesses of the Storm (First Update)

Built entirely of obsidian and nestled against the mountainside, Eludnir took Salomon and Hela a full day to reach their mountaintop bedroom. Even though battle was imminent, Salomon didn't mind taking this opportunity to chat. Hela had no objections; she knew the battle she craved was approaching, and having endured millennia of solitude, a few more hours of waiting were nothing. Like longtime friends, they gazed down at the nine Styx Rivers shrouded in white mist, sharing the finest mead Salomon had smuggled from the banquet.

Hela continued to recount Odin's cruelty and lies to Salomon, who nodded repeatedly, inwardly admiring Odin's methods and ruthlessness. Even though that period of history had been completely erased from Asgardian history books by the smoke of burning corpses, scattered records remained in the books of Kamar-Taj, allowing Salomon to repeatedly study them and speculate on the political situation in Asgard at that time.

Perhaps it was the inherent bluntness of the Asgardians that prevented the Allfather from playing any sophisticated political games, but Odin's choices regarding the overall political direction were undeniably wise. He not only completely eliminated any heirs with differing ideologies who could potentially destabilize the post-war situation, but also, through Hela herself, purged the Valkyries who should have gained considerable prestige after the war and might even have stirred up the nobility. In this way, any factors that could affect the post-war recovery were eliminated, and no group or individual in Asgard could threaten Odin's power and prestige, thus establishing his supreme authority after Bauer.

"We still have a lot to say, but not now." He tossed the horn-shaped goblet, crafted from a black sword, over the cliff behind the window, adding another blade to the flowing, razor-sharp River. He donned his helmet, concealing his expression behind a mask devoid of emotion. Crimson visors illuminated, displaying a wealth of power armor operating parameters via electronic eyes and projection systems onto his retina. As he moved, the joint servo systems remained completely silent, the motors operating in sync with his joints without the slightest hindrance.

"Come with me, but don't ruin my favorite bedroom. Let's settle this on the mountaintop platform. If you're still alive then, I don't mind hearing what you have to say." Hela laughed, her words laced with bloodlust. She jumped down from the windowsill, gathering her disheveled black hair, and her thorny crown slowly extended outwards.

"Your sword, shield, and spear are worthy of this battle, but I am not a fool, and prolonged imprisonment is not enough to temper my mind. I notice your armor is made of Uru metal, imbued with dwarven magic. I do not know how you entered this place; perhaps you have some connection to Asgard and Odin. Therefore, I will try my best to kill you to avoid hearing the foolish suggestions of the King of Lies. If you live, you will tell me your identity; if you die, your corpse will tell me what I want to know."

"You're insane!" No one dared to stop the furious woman.

Some of the more inexperienced apprentices might have tried to dissuade her, but they were no match for a Vanir god clad in scale armor and wearing a golden feathered crown. The Sorcerer Supreme opened the exquisitely carved and magically protected wooden door of the meditation chamber, looking down at the neatly dressed woman with a longsword at her waist, stopping her. "How dare you let your disciple see her again! Didn't we agree to abandon this plan?" The Queen of the Aesir gods was furious, her face flushed. "He almost discovered your magic! If I hadn't used Vanir magic to cover for you..."

"Don't say that here. Frigga, you've already injured some mages as you stormed in from the foot of the mountain."

"I assure you no one died, just some fractures and bruises. Perhaps a concussion, but that can be healed with magic. I didn't come here to discuss such trivial matters, Sorcerer Supreme!"

The Venerable One gestured with his eyes, and Mordo immediately called the apprentices in the training ground back to their rooms.

Before leaving, Mordo sent a telepathic message to the Sorcerer Supreme, asking if Kamar-Taj's defenses needed to be activated. The Sorcerer Supreme refused, telling Mordo not to be too nervous and not to let the old men of the mystical families prepare to take action or start a war.

"Grimnir wasn't riding on the Hiridskelaf, and Fokin and Wuni were patrolling Jotunheim." The Venerable spoke only after the unrelated personnel had left. He concealed much of Salomon's influence, not revealing to Frigg what Salomon had done. "All my actions are for the survival of the human race in the future. According to my disciple's plan, Hela will be a crucial ally in the future battle against our great enemy."

"You and your disciple are engaging in a hopeless gamble." Frigga seemed to have calmed down. She strode up the stone steps leading to the meditation chamber, worn smooth by the soles of countless arcane mages' shoes, approaching the Sorcerer Supreme. "Hela will not yield to anyone; her heart burns only with the flames of vengeance. She, like your disciple, is an immortal being. The Holy Sword cannot completely sever the lifeline of immortals, as we already proved when the Dark Elves invaded. Your preservation of the dimensional portal between celestial bodies could very well allow her to escape. Even if she is my daughter, I know that when Hela escapes, it will be the day the prophecy of Ragnarok is fulfilled."

The diva seemed to have to pause after speaking for a long time.

She took a deep breath of the cold air from the Himalayas and then slowly exhaled.

"In your and your disciples' plans, there is no place for Asgardians in the future."

"To be precise, the Asgardians will have a place in the future world," the Sorcerer Supreme said calmly. "Including Thor, and Thor's three granddaughters. Other Asgardians will be integrated into the future human empire, and eventually regain their glory."

"I didn't foresee Thor's granddaughter!" Frigga exclaimed in surprise. "That's impossible! The future of both the Aesir and the Vanir was shrouded in Ragnarok, and Thor was the last of the Aesir!"

"Karmar-Taj is the expert when it comes to prophecy. I saw it, and Salomon saw it too, though through different methods. When the three storm goddesses were active, the Nine Realms were in the midst of their doom. In order to salvage the situation as much as possible, Salomon had to seek out any power that could help." The Venerable stepped aside to open the door to the meditation room. In the deep, secluded room, only the faint scent of incense wafted out along with the cold wind blowing across the mountains. "Why don't you come to the Cosmic Cauldron yourself? I specially captured fragments of that time for you from the vast and boundless astral plane."

Frigga walked over, full of doubt.

"Furthermore," the Venerable One suddenly spoke, "this proves that I am the number one magician in the Nine Realms."

"If Thor really does have three granddaughters," Frigga stopped and said irritably, "if that's true, I can help you and your disciple shield Odin's eyes again. But Hela must stay in Helheim, that's beyond question."

"From beginning to end, Odin has feared Ragnarok. All the preparations the Aesir have made over the years have been for that moment," the Venerable said slowly. "The cries of Gullinkambi grow louder and louder, and time is running out for the Asgardians. Odin must make a choice, but in any case, the future belongs to humanity. Just like Ragnarok, it is a destiny that must come."

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