With the thunder of mjolnir, the piercing of the black sword, and close-quarters hand-to-hand combat, she pushed her Death Divine Power to its absolute limit.
Marvica handled it calmly, the sun-blaze thousand suns dancing in her hands without a single gap; the flames sometimes condensed into a shield to block attacks, and at other times transformed into sharp blades for precise counterattacks.
Her speed was faster than Hela's, her strength more profound than Hela's, and her attacks were effortless, each collision worsening Hela's injuries.
Finally, during a head-on clash, Marvica seized a flaw in Hela's defense; the tip of the sun-blaze thousand suns avoided mjolnir, her wrist turned, and the broad back of the blade struck Hela heavily.
It was as if she had been struck in the chest by a giant hammer; she let out a muffled groan, flew backward, and slammed heavily into one of the protective pillars.
The runes on the pillar flashed violently, absorbing most of the impact, but she still felt as if her internal organs had been shifted; a sweet taste rose in her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of dark green blood.
With a clatter, mjolnir fell to the ground not far away, the death light on the hammer completely dimmed, looking like ordinary iron.
The battle was over.
From start to finish, it had taken less than five minutes.
Hela leaned against the pillar and slowly slid to the ground.
She lowered her head, panting heavily, dark green blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, rapidly Vaporizing on the illuminated ground.
Although she appeared to be heavily injured, Marvica's precise control ensured that her foundation remained unharmed.
Moreover, they were now in Asgard; on the land of Asgard, Hela would receive a continuous supply of power.
These injuries would recover in an instant.
But even so, Marvica walked up to Hela, crouched down, reached out, and pressed her palm, from which warm golden-red flames surged, gently against Hela's chest.
As the flames flowed over her, the cracked wounds healed at a visible speed, the internal injuries from the backlash were smoothed out, and her depleted power was gently replenished.
Hela looked up, gazing at her sister who was right in front of her.
After a long while, Hela tugged at the corner of her mouth, revealing a complex smile filled with bitterness and relief.
"I really have... been left far behind by you, sister."
Her voice was very soft and somewhat hoarse, yet strangely, it held little sense of defeat.
"This time, the defeat was faster and more decisive than any time before." Hela shook her head self-deprecatingly and tried to stand up, but her legs went weak, and she was steadied by Marvica again.
She leaned on Marvica's shoulder, watching the slowly rotating stars on the dome of the training ground, her eyes reflecting the starlight, as well as the brief yet shocking battle that had just taken place.
"However... it doesn't matter." Hela said softly, her tone gradually becoming firm.
"This is what it means to be my sister. And..."
She turned her head to look at Marvica, her dark green eyes reigniting with a weak yet tenacious flame.
"I will catch up sooner or later!"
Marvica smiled, a warm and sincere smile, like the sun in winter. She pulled Hela up with effort, helping her stand steady.
"Of course!" Marvica's voice was gentle and firm: "I have always believed in you."
After Hela stood firm, she took a deep breath and stretched her body, which had recovered as if nothing had happened.
She glanced at mjolnir, which was lying quietly not far away, walked over, but did not pick it up, only gently kicking the handle of the hammer with the tip of her toe.
"A place like Helheim..." She curled her lips: "It's not needed there, so just leave it here."
She turned around and brushed off the non-existent dust from her body with clean and swift movements.
"Alright, the last thing is done." Hela stretched, as if she had unloaded some heavy burden.
"It's time for me to set off."
This time it was Marvica's turn to be stunned.
"Now?" She was somewhat surprised: "There's no need to be in such a hurry, right? At least rest for a few days and prepare..."
"No need." Hela shook her head, interrupting her sister.
Her gaze looked toward the direction outside the training ground gate, her eyes becoming distant and firm: "Since I've decided to do it, then let's start from now. Starting early... is also good to end early."
She had never been the type to drag things out.
Once decided, she would do it; hesitation and lingering feelings did not belong to the Goddess of Death.
Marvica wanted to say something else and stepped forward: "Wait, Hela, at least say goodbye to Father and Mother first, right? And Thor and Loki, they..."
"No need." Hela waved her hand without looking back.
"Although it's a long time, it's not like I'm not coming back, and..."
She paused, her voice carrying a rare, almost awkward emotion.
"I'm not used to those kinds of farewell scenes; they make me feel uncomfortable all over."
Having said that, she no longer gave Marvica a chance to ask her to stay, took a step, and strode toward the exit of the training ground.
The heavy mithril door opened automatically in front of her, and outside the door was the long, sun-drenched corridor of the Golden Palace.
Hela did not look back, only raised her right hand high and waved it behind her.
"I'm leaving, sister, Asgard... is left to you."
Her back was straight and resolute, her black hair slightly lifted in the breeze of the corridor, and her dark green battle uniform outlined sharp lines.
She wore no armor, carried no weapons, and just like that, with empty hands, she walked toward the direction of the Bifrost Bridge, toward that dead and silent Helheim that would accompany her for hundreds of years.
Marvica stood at the entrance of the training ground, watching her sister's gradually receding figure, and in the end, did not speak again to ask her to stay.
She just stood quietly, her golden eyes reflecting Hela's figure, which was getting smaller and smaller, until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Then, Marvica spoke softly, her voice very light, as if talking to herself, and as if speaking to her sister who could no longer hear her.
"Don't worry, Hela."
"I won't let you be alone in Helheim for hundreds of years."
"After Thor and Loki grow up, I will go find you."
Her voice echoed softly in the empty corridor, finally dissipating into the sunlight and dust.
Hela left.
There was no grand farewell ceremony, no long-winded parting words, and she didn't even notify too many people.
She stepped onto the Bifrost Bridge alone, and under the complex and solemn gaze of Heimdall, stepped into the seven-colored vortex leading to Helheim.
When the light dissipated, her figure also completely disappeared from Asgard.
Marvica explained the sisters' plan in detail to Odin and Frigga: the Resurrection Poem covering the Nine Realms, and Hela's rule-writing in Helheim.
After listening, Odin's eyes flashed with an indescribable light.
It was relief, it was pride; he patted his eldest daughter's shoulder heavily, his voice deep and powerful.
"This is a long-term and wise plan, Marvica; with you two sisters guarding the Nine Realms, I am very relieved."
He looked toward the direction of the Bifrost Bridge, as if he could see the receding figure of that stubborn daughter.