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... ooling onto the desolate battlefield, forming crimson puddles akin to spilled Bloody Marys—assuming anyone would dare to drink them.
Standing atop the last fallen Frost Giant, Lothar flicked the blood from his hand before turning his gaze toward Hela, who stood gripping a massive iron hammer. The residual killing intent in his eyes made her instinctively raise Mjolnir, adopting a defensive stance.
They were not trusted allies—only temporary partners brought together by a common e ...
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