Hela looked at her opponent.
The other party was not an easy enemy to deal with. To be honest, she couldn't even judge how much chance she had of winning. Was it nearly impossible? Or evenly matched?
Hela was unsure, and she didn't know what she could do now. This majestic giant wolf seemed like a fantastical creature that had stepped out of a dream, only ancient nightmares living in the sea of consciousness would talk about this behemoth when recalling their youth.
It never belonged to this world, not at the beginning, not now, and it would never belong in the future.
It was an anomaly.
So, ordinary people couldn't fathom it, and neither could Hela.
She could only feel the huge power in her body and then follow her instincts to pounce on her prey.
And that's what she did.
The beast, nearly three meters tall, sprang up from the ground and rushed towards the strange green dragon that had grown new limbs.
