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It was a bright, sunny day.
In Asgard's colossal, circular arena—a structure blending ancient grandeur with futuristic elegance—the stage was set for something truly spectacular.
The arena stretched several thousand meters in diameter, with vast stands filled to the brim by thousands of Asgardians, buzzing with excitement.
Today was no ordinary day.
Today, the future king of Asgard, Thor Odinson, would be facing off against the woman who had helped him save their realm — the one now hailed as the Goddess of Judgment.
Bella.
Her title had been bestowed publicly during the great banquet by none other than Thor himself.
He thought it sounded "cool enough," comparable to the might of his own name — Thor, the God of Thunder.
The name "Goddess of Judgment" echoed through the golden halls of Asgard, inspiring awe wherever it was spoken.
Bella herself, standing at the edge of the arena, couldn't help but feel slightly exasperated.
Thor and his flair for the dramatic...
She glanced toward him across the battlefield, her lips curving into a faint, amused smile.
She had been buried in studies lately and hadn't expected a public challenge so soon.
After all, she wasn't foolish enough to challenge Odin—the All-Father was simply on another level entirely.
As for Queen Frigga, Bella knew she concealed frighteningly deep magic and wasn't about to cause an uproar by dueling her.
Only Thor and Loki were realistic sparring partners—and Loki had wisely disappeared, perhaps sensing Bella's deadly intent.
Which left Thor.
Well, so be it, Bella thought silently, her green eyes glinting with a playful edge.
She'd make it worth the crowd's while.
"Haha! Come on, Bella! I've wanted to fight you for ages!" Thor boomed from across the arena, his deep voice echoing through the stands.
Clad in shining armor, a crimson cape billowing behind him, Mjolnir gripped tightly in his hand, Thor's entire presence radiated fighting spirit.
Bella's smile deepened slightly.
She gathered her magic with a thought.
Golden wisps of energy gathered around her, swirling and twisting like sentient ribbons.
Before the eyes of thousands, her Asgardian-style robes transformed.
Golden light ran over her body, as if rewriting her very armor.
Darkness bloomed.
In the place of the golden cloth, Bella now wore a battle dress of deep black.
High black boots adorned her feet.
Thick, elegant black armor shielded her arms and legs, decorated with faint traces of crimson as if stained by blood spilled in ancient battles.
Her wrists bore spiked armor, and metallic gloves gleamed ominously.
Her right glove stretched forward—and with a flash, a long, sleek black sword with a pitch-dark handle materialized in her grasp.
Her blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, swaying gently in the faint breeze.
The sight was stunning.
Bella's entire presence had shifted.
The dark armor, combined with the golden flames faintly flickering along the sword's grooves, created a paradoxical, breathtaking image—a collision between shadow and light.
It felt as if all the light in the arena had been pulled toward her, sucked into the black hole that was her presence.
The Asgardians watching were stunned into silence.
"...By Odin's beard..."
"Words can't describe it. She's... magnificent."
"Look at that armor! Look at that sword!"
"Thor wasn't joking. The Goddess of Judgment really walks in darkness to uphold the light!"
The awe sweeping through the crowd was almost palpable.
Even Loki, watching from the royal stand, exchanged a rare glance with Lady Sif, both equally taken aback.
Though Loki adjusted quickly—after all, he had always had a soft spot for black fashion.
Thor himself hesitated, his fighting spirit flickering under the sheer visual impact of Bella's transformation.
But within moments, the thrill of battle surged back into his veins, and he grinned widely.
Roaring with excitement, Thor lowered his stance.
The ground cracked beneath him as he pushed off, hurling himself toward Bella with explosive speed.
Mjolnir crackled with energy as it swung forward.
The clash of two titans had begun.
The crowd erupted into cheers, stomping feet and pounding fists against the arena walls.
Bella's green eyes sharpened, a golden glow igniting deep within them.
As Mjolnir closed the distance, a pulse of black-and-gold magic bloomed from her.
The black long sword, still planted in the ground at her feet, suddenly responded to her will.
She snatched it up in a swift arc—timing it perfectly.
Bang!
Sword met hammer in a resounding collision that shook the arena.
The shockwave was so massive it drowned out the roar of the crowd.
The stone floor beneath Bella cracked and shattered, radiating outward in spiderweb patterns for tens of meters.
Thor's eyes widened as he felt the unimaginable force transmitted through Mjolnir.
It was like being hit by the full weight of a collapsing mountain.
Unable to stabilize himself midair, Thor was hurled backward like a rag doll, flying across the battlefield.
Boom!
He slammed into the distant arena wall, embedding himself into the thick stone with a sickening crunch.
Dust and rubble exploded around him, forming a massive crater in the wall.
Thor groaned, pain blooming across his body.
He barely had time to adjust before—
Whoosh!
A terrifying whistling sound ripped through the air.
Bella, not giving him a moment's rest, had already launched her next attack.
The black sword, propelled like a missile, streaked toward Thor with blazing golden energy trailing behind it.
Thor's instincts screamed at him.
Without hesitation, he raised Mjolnir in a defensive posture.
Boom!
The black sword struck Mjolnir with devastating force.
The sheer impact sent shockwaves through Thor's arms.
He stumbled backward, the hammer slamming against his own chest from the ricochet, knocking the wind out of him.
The arena walls cracked even further, sending dust and debris raining down.
The smoke thickened.
But Bella wasn't done.
A sonic boom tore through the arena as her figure blasted through the dust cloud.
Within seconds, a black blur streaked into the chaos—and another figure shot out violently from the smoke.
It was Thor again.
He tumbled across the ground, sliding for a full hundred meters before finally managing to dig Mjolnir into the floor and halt his momentum.
The crowd collectively gasped.
From the start of the battle to this moment, only a handful of seconds had passed.
Yet Bella's relentless, ferocious fighting style had left even the strongest Asgardian prince battered and struggling.
There was no pause.
No mercy.
No breathing room.
Bella fought like a reaper from myth—swift, decisive, terrifying.
The Asgardians couldn't tear their eyes away.
She was beautiful.
She was terrifying.
She was... unstoppable.
And even through the dust and pain, Thor's eyes burned with excitement.
Gripping Mjolnir tightly, he roared, blood singing in his veins.
This—THIS—was the kind of battle he lived for!
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