Lost Son Of Thor and Storm

The Disasters Prologue

As the silence in the chamber stretched, Hela rose gracefully, her movements fluid and commanding. Raiden watched as she extended a hand, summoning a faint glow of emerald magic that lit up the shadows around them.

"There's something you need to see," she said, her voice steady but with an undertone of caution.

Raiden frowned, struggling to his feet despite the lingering ache in his body. "What is it?" he asked, following her as she led him through the labyrinthine halls of Hel.

Hela glanced back at him, her expression unreadable. "A disturbance," she replied. "Something has shifted in the balance of realms since our passage through the wormhole. It's as though... our actions have woken something that was meant to stay dormant."

Raiden's steps faltered for a moment. "Something worse than what we already face?" he asked, his tone laced with concern.

Hela didn't answer immediately. Instead, she pushed open a massive door at the end of the corridor, revealing a grand observatory that overlooked the heart of Hel. The room was filled with magical projections of swirling energies, and at its centre was a massive, pulsating rift that shimmered with hues of violet and black.

Raiden's eyes widened as he stepped closer. "What is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hela stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the anomaly. "A fracture in the Veil," she explained. "The barrier between Hel and the other realms. It's weakening, and I suspect it's connected to the wormhole we created."

Raiden clenched his fists, a mix of frustration and guilt washing over him. "So, I caused this," he muttered, his voice tinged with self-reproach.

Hela placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch surprisingly comforting. "We caused this," she corrected. "I should of been more careful and not left it all to you."

Raiden stood upright and letting of any support holding him up. "No, please Hela don't blame yourself for my actions" He placed his palm which seemed to engulf her slender shoulder. "I will bear any responsibility alone so please don't fret it isn't your fault"

She silently glanced at Raiden then at his hand then back to his eyes. 'For someone so young he takes every burden on his shoulders' she thinks to herself.

Hela recalls while trapped in the dimension before he arrived how alone and how everyday was a struggle to eat or even survive the endless supply of eldritch monsters pumped in the realm, but as soon as she met him she could of let him die it would of been easier she already is struggling and adding one more mouth to feed never less a child would of been foolish and if old Hela before her imprisonment was given this choice she would of let him die and not lost any sleep. But she would never admit it.

She was lonely before he arrived. "Stop being stubborn you halfwit" she shook her head side to side.

Raiden took a deep breath, his resolve hardening. "What needs to be done?" he asked, his voice steady.

Hela waved her hand, and the projections shifted to show glimpses of the Nine Realms. isolated pockets of Chaos reigned in many of them—storms raging, landscapes crumbling, and ethereal creatures slipping through cracks in reality. "The Veil must be stabilized," she said. "But to do that, we need to locate the source of the disturbance and seal it."

Raiden nodded. "Where do we start?"

Hela hesitated, her gaze lingering on the projections. "Midgard," she said finally. "The epicentre of the disturbance lies there. And judging by the remnants of energy I've detected, it's linked to all the other disturbances, its almost like a impact point of glass and the fracture will spread and spread until" She shows devastation though twisted creatures attack every realm slaughtering trillions those that survived the first wave deal with planets cracking stars imploding, pieces of the universe being swallowed by the void and the death of all life as every realm collides.