Reborn as a Saiyan in marvel

As the Phoenix devoured the Eternal Flame within Surtr, the fire giant's massive frame trembled, cracks webbing across his ashen husk. His molten veins dimmed, flickering weakly before snuffing out entirely. The once-mighty ruler of Muspelheim let out a soundless cry, his last remnants of power consumed, before his charred form finally gave way. His colossal body crumbled into dust, carried away by the howling winds of Asgard, leaving behind only his scorched skull, its surface still glowing faintly like embers fading in the night.

Then—

"Crack!"

A sharp fracture split the silence, echoing across the war-torn streets. The left horn of Surtr's skull splintered, snapping off with an almost deliberate finality. It tumbled downward, crashing against Asgard's once-pristine roads with a thunderous boom, embedding itself deep into the shattered ground like the final punctuation to the fire giant's demise.

High above the smoldering remains, the Phoenix licked its fiery beak, flickering tongues of flame curling around its face as though savoring the essence it had just consumed. Its burning eyes, swirling with cosmic fire, swept across the battlefield before locking onto one target, Hela.

The Queen of Hel stiffened. Though she did not outwardly react, her instincts screamed danger. A primordial force of rebirth and destruction now stood before her, one that directly opposed her dominion over death. The sheer presence of the Phoenix gnawed at her divine essence, a corrosive force that threatened to unravel her very being.

Unacceptable.

With a sneer of defiance, Hela raised her hand. The shadows around her churned violently, an ocean of darkness coalescing into a formation of obsidian weapons. Dozens of necroswords, as sharp as the concept of death itself, materialized around her, their edges gleaming with the promise of annihilation.

The Phoenix screeched.

"KREEEEEE!"

The piercing cry tore through reality itself, its resonance rippling through the Nine Realms. Even in the void of space beyond Asgard, distant celestial bodies quivered at the sheer magnitude of its voice. And then, with an explosion of flame that bathed the heavens in gold and crimson, the Phoenix lunged.

Hela reacted instantly.

With a flick of her wrist, the necroswords surged forward like a storm of black lightning, slicing through the air toward the oncoming inferno. The obsidian blades struck true, piercing the Phoenix's fiery body, only for the divine bird to barely react.

One by one, the swords slowed, their darkened edges glowing white-hot as they melted within the Phoenix's blazing form. Molten shadows dripped to the battlefield below, hissing and evaporating into nothingness before they could even touch the ground. Hela's eyes narrowed.

For the first time in eons, a sliver of unease crept into her heart.

Yet, she was undeterred.

A goddess does not bow.

She does not falter.

And she certainly does not run.

Hela spread her arms wide, and the entire realm of Asgard trembled.

"BOOM!"

Her divine aura detonated outward, a hurricane of spectral green flames laced with the very essence of Hel. The eldritch energy surged around her like a raging tempest, screaming with the voices of countless lost souls. The very land beneath her feet darkened, as though rejecting the Phoenix's concept of life itself.

The Phoenix reared back, screeching once more, but this time with unmistakable fury. In response to Hela's defiance, it unfurled its wings, each feather igniting into a sun of its own, before unleashing a torrent of psionic fire, pure, unrelenting cosmic fury meant to incinerate anything in its path.

"WHOOOOSH!"

Hela did not hesitate.

Summoning all the power that Asgard itself granted her, she hurled her own flames forward. A tsunami of deathly green fire met the Phoenix's golden inferno head-on. The moment they collided, reality buckled.

A violent shockwave erupted outward. The impact was so great that the air itself was momentarily sucked from the battlefield, creating a deafening vacuum before an even greater explosion followed.

"BOOOOOOM!"

A pulse of raw energy tore across Asgard, sending debris, shattered buildings, and weakened structures flying. And caught in the wake of this devastation—

Thor.

The God of Thunder, though no stranger to battle, had been momentarily entranced by the sheer magnitude of the clash. He had barely registered the catastrophic wave of flames roaring toward him until it was too late.

By the time his senses screamed at him to react, the combined firestorm was already upon him.

And then—

A golden silhouette appeared.

William.

His expression was fierce, eyes burning with unwavering determination. With both hands extended, he conjured a series of barriers—each a different hue, forming an intricate wedge of protection.

Green for Willpower.

Yellow for Fear.

Red for Rage.

The translucent walls shimmered vibrantly as they layered together, creating a reinforced defense just as the flames struck.

"WHOOOOSH!"

"SHATTER!"

The first barrier barely lasted a second before splintering apart. The second followed in quick succession, fracturing under the relentless blaze. William gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as the sheer force of the impact pushed him back.

Yet he did not yield.

He would not yield.

With a mighty roar, he poured more of his raw emotion into the barriers, his very essence fueling them. Cracks began forming once more, but this time, instead of breaking, they started to heal. His willpower solidified, the structure stabilizing, pushing back against the encroaching flames.

The battlefield trembled.

The air crackled with unbridled power.

And the battle between death and rebirth raged on.

Asgard itself groaned under the strain of the battle, its once-glorious structures crumbling as divine energies clashed with overwhelming force. The very air trembled, thick with heat and raw power. The skies above split between two realms, one drenched in eerie green deathlight, the other consumed by raging cosmic fire.

Shadows loomed behind both combatants, towering and stretching unnaturally, warping as if infused with the sheer weight of their dominions. The darkness behind the Phoenix writhed and twisted, moving with a mind of its own. And then—

"AWOOOOOOOO!"

A bone-chilling howl cut through the chaos like a blade.

From the depths of the writhing abyss, a massive wolf lunged forward, a predator whose very presence radiated doom. Fenrir. The Devourer. The beast destined to consume the gods themselves.

His eyes burned with an unnatural hunger as his claws lashed out, slicing through the Phoenix's flaming body. The divine bird screeched, a sound so piercing it sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Embers exploded outward from the wound, scattering like dying stars.

Snarling in defiance, the Phoenix retaliated, swinging one of its massive wings with blinding speed. The impact struck Fenrir with the force of a collapsing sun. A sickening crack echoed as the beast was sent hurtling through the air, his black fur singing where the flames had touched him.

But Fenrir was not so easily subdued.

Twisting mid-flight, he executed an acrobatic backflip, landing on all fours atop a shattered bridge. His claws dug into the ancient Asgardian stone, his growl reverberating through the ruins like rolling thunder. Eyes of abyssal gold locked onto the Phoenix, brimming with unfiltered rage.

Yet before the divine beast could retaliate, Hela seized the opening.

Summoning the full force of her divinity, she unleashed an eruption of emerald fire. The air turned putrid with the scent of decay as her underworld flames surged forward, an all-consuming tide of destruction.

The Phoenix screeched, an instinctual sound of defiance, forming a radiant barrier around itself to deflect the worst of the flames. But even as it resisted, the inferno carved through its defenses. With a surge of its power, the divine bird redirected a portion of the attack, hurling a wave of green fire toward Fenrir.

"BOOM!"

The blast struck the beast head-on, sending him crashing through the remnants of a once-proud Asgardian palace. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring his fate.

Hela, still pouring every ounce of her power into the assault, felt a trickle of sweat slide down her temple. Her breathing had grown heavy, her muscles burning under the strain. This was her domain, her throne of power, yet somehow, the Phoenix still resisted.

Unacceptable.

"I am a goddess. I will not be brought low by a glorified chicken!"

But as if sensing her arrogance, the Phoenix's fury ignited.

A furious, unrelenting inferno exploded outward from the bird's core, shattering Hela's flames as if they were nothing. The sheer heat turned solid stone to liquid, metal to vapor, and the very air itself into a suffocating blaze.

For the first time in an eternity, Hela felt it, death's grip tightening around her throat.

A creeping, inescapable truth.

She was going to die.

Then—

"RUMBLE!"

The heavens answered.

A bolt of lightning carved through the churning sky, its brilliance momentarily blinding.

BOOM!

Mjolnir descended, streaking through the battlefield like a comet. Hela's head snapped to the side, her eyes finding her brother standing atop a crumbling pillar, his silhouette framed by rolling thunderclouds.

Thor's eyes burned, not just with lightning, but with his domain, his birthright. He had embraced the storm.

And now, he was extending that power to her.

Mjolnir halted before her, humming with barely contained energy. For a single breath, the siblings locked eyes.

A nod.

A silent understanding.

Hela reached out and grasped the hammer's handle.

The moment her fingers curled around the ancient weapon, the storm erupted.

"BOOOOOOOM!"

Lightning poured from the heavens, splitting the sky apart as sickly, deathly green bolts coursed through the storm clouds. The very essence of Hel itself was woven into the tempest, twisting Thor's divine thunder into something else entirely, something uniquely Hela.

The power crashed into her like a tidal wave, flooding every inch of her being. Her flames condensed, twisting into arcs of deadly, spectral lightning. Her black leather uniform crackled with energy, the dark fabric reforging itself in golden scale mail, molded to perfection.

Her horned helmet, once a void of darkness, now pulsed with golden veins, streaks of lightning in the night.

But there was no time to relish this transformation.

The Phoenix's flames surged forward, a living wall of cosmic fire, searing through the battlefield with merciless intent.

Yet Mjolnir, alive in her grip, moved.

Guiding her arm with an unseen force, the hammer swung into a defensive position.

Hela spun the weapon.

Faster.

Faster.

The speed reached a point where the hammer became a blur, and as the celestial inferno descended, she struck.

"WHOOSH!"

The moment the flames met Mjolnir, they vanished.

Sucked into an unfathomable void, as if the hammer itself devoured them.

The Phoenix screeched in unrelenting fury.

Realizing its fire was being swallowed, the divine bird doubled its efforts, unleashing an even greater surge of destruction.

"SCKKKK!"

Hela's boots dug into the scorched earth as she rooted herself, yet even with her newfound power, she strained against the force. Her feet skidded backward, carving trenches into Asgard's once-holy ground.

Her arms trembled.

Her muscles screamed.

"Just what in the Hel is this thing?"

For the first time since her return, she wondered.

Could she truly win?

The Phoenix screeched, its fury unrelenting, and the flames surrounding its form condensed even further. The fire no longer raged in chaotic waves but focused into something far more terrifying, a core of pure, concentrated destruction.

Mjolnir, still spinning in Hela's grasp, began to glow an ominous red, its divine metal groaning under the sheer heat. Cracks of volatile energy flickered across its surface, the once-mighty hammer now searing with power beyond the realm of Asgardian warfare. This was no mere battle of gods and monsters, this was the collision of forces that could rewrite creation itself.

"SCCCRREEEE!"

With a final surge of might, the Phoenix unleashed an inferno so intense that the very fabric of the battlefield warped.

The ground beneath Hela liquefied. Ancient Asgardian stone, once thought unyielding, turned molten in an instant. The air itself became an oppressive force, thick and suffocating, as if the universe held its breath.

Hela grit her teeth, digging her boots in, but it was futile.

A crack echoed beneath her as her footing gave way.

Then, BOOM!

She was sent hurtling through the skies, her body reduced to a mere projectile against the Phoenix's unrelenting power.

Faster.

Faster.

Through the ruined city she tumbled, her body smashing through what little remained of Asgard's once-proud structures. The impact of her fall sent shockwaves through the land, ending only when she crashed with a deafening thud against the very gates of the Bifrost. The golden archway trembled under the force, fractured pieces of divine metal and stone raining down like falling stars.

A low, pained groan escaped Hela's lips. Her body, for all its resilience, felt that.

But before she could so much as stir—

"AWOOOOOO!"

The mournful, furious howl of Fenrir tore through the sky.

The beast, feeling its master's agony, vanished into the void of shadows without hesitation. The darkness swallowed its massive form whole, an unnatural blur that raced toward the fallen goddess with reckless desperation.

And then—

"SKREEEEEE!"

The Phoenix's triumphant cry pierced the heavens, reverberating across realms. It was not just a sound; it was an announcement, a declaration to the cosmos that it had emerged victorious.

But victory came at a cost.

As its cry faded into the wind, its form began to flicker, unraveling in shimmering embers of light. The once-massive cosmic entity fragmented, its fiery wings dissipating into the void, its body shedding sparks like dying stars.

The Phoenix Force was withdrawing.

And in its place, cradled in the heart of the fading flames, a lone figure remained.

Jean Grey.

A cocoon of fire wreathed her motionless form, embers gently swirling around her like protective spirits. Her body hovered just above the battlefield, suspended in the remnants of power untold. Her expression was peaceful, almost serene, but beneath her closed eyelids, her eyes twitched, searching, stirring, awakening.

The flames continued to fade.

Slowly, delicately, her feet touched solid ground.

The last ember flickered out.

And then—

Her eyes snapped open.