But then, a calm yet commanding female voice echoed through the battlefield—so soft, yet so profound that it caused Strucker's expression to shift instantly.
> "Origin Magic Power..."
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure surged across the entire area. It wasn't just power—it was a divine force that made even time itself shudder.
Everything froze.
The howling wind, the blazing flames, the thruster's plume on the Quinjet—all halted mid-motion.
Even the raging Hulk was suspended mid-roar.
Time and space stood still.
They had no time to comprehend it.
And then, she appeared.
A beautiful woman in a long brown coat emerged silently into view. Her golden ponytail flowed like a divine banner, and even HYDRA's dark creatures—beings without souls—felt fear.
Strucker's face went pale.
> "The Goddess of Judgment…"
That thought struck him—and everyone else present—like a bolt of lightning. A name burned into their minds with primal fear.
He was trembling now. A moment of overconfidence had invited something far beyond his comprehension.
Strucker had grown arrogant—intoxicated by the power of the twins, believing the world was already under his control. But the woman before him? She wasn't of this world.
Her presence alone was godlike.
And Strucker... was terrified.
It wasn't just fear. It was a soul-deep surrender, the kind of dread born from instinct—the kind felt when standing before a being whose existence towered far above your own.
Everyone froze.
Everyone—except for Dimension Wanda.
Wreathed in red Origin Magic Power, she alone resisted Bella's divine force. But even that came with a price.
She couldn't fight. She couldn't even call upon her power.
All she could do... was run.
Yet Wanda didn't tremble like Strucker. She stared into Bella's eyes, her own light blue ones filled with curiosity—not fear.
Something about this woman felt... familiar.
Safe.
Then, Bella smiled—gently.
She snapped her fingers.
> "Da~"
In an instant, the stasis shattered. The divine pressure vanished.
The world breathed again.
Everyone staggered as the invisible shackles faded.
> "Ugh... That was extremely unpleasant," Tony muttered, brushing himself off. He hated things that reminded him how little control he actually had.
"Bella!" Thor strode forward, a proud grin on his face. "Congratulations on reaching the level of Godfather-tier strength. My father always said you'd surpass him someday."
He gave her a hearty slap on the shoulder. Memories of her battle against Thanos still haunted him. If not for the tense situation, he might have challenged her for fun.
Though... he had no illusions about the result.
It would be one-sided.
> "Bella?"
Strucker and the HYDRA soldiers exchanged shocked glances.
Was that the real name of the Goddess of Judgment?
Bella gave Thor a sideways glance, clearly unamused.
Then, without turning, she spoke in a sweet, almost melodic tone:
> "Go to hell and fulfill your great HYDRA dream."
Her words carried no anger—just absolute certainty. It was like listening to divine judgment.
She raised a hand and tapped the air lightly.
> "Click."
The sky cracked open.
The sound was like shattering glass, and in a brilliant flash, a giant rift opened above them.
Through the crack, they saw a blood-red world, a scorched wasteland wreathed in endless flame. A ruined city smoldered in the distance, distorted by unbearable heat.
And from within… the screams.
Wails. Cries. Tortured souls.
Hell.
Every soul present could feel it—the hatred, the malice, the countless twisted gazes from beyond, hungry and waiting.
> "NOOOOO!"
Strucker screamed in despair as he and his soldiers were lifted off the ground by an invisible force. They clawed and kicked, but it was hopeless.
The rift devoured them.
Their bodies vanished one by one—sucked into the hellish world.
The moment they were gone... the rift sealed shut.
Not a single other person was pulled in.
No wind, no force, no pressure. Just a quiet sky again.
Tony took a sharp breath.
> "She's getting scarier by the minute…"
He'd fought demons, monsters, even gods—but this? This was a level of cosmic judgment he couldn't begin to fight.
He knew what went on in places like that. Screams of the damned, flesh ripped apart, even souls consumed. Some high-level demons tortured victims for eons just to amuse themselves.
Tony was already mentally reviewing every bad decision he'd ever made.
> "Better clean up my karma before she changes her mind…"
As for Strucker? No one pitied him.
Not Natasha. Not Barton. Even Steve Rogers, with all his idealism, showed no remorse. In war, there is no mercy for true evil.
Thor? He'd slain tens of thousands. He understood judgment.
Only the young pilot nearby trembled, still gripping a steel syringe. He stared at Bella with wide, terrified eyes.
And wisely… he didn't use it.
Then, Bella slowly turned to Wanda. Her voice was soft—gentler than ever before:
> "Shall we talk?"
Gone was the divine force. Gone was the judgment.
She was just a woman now.
A sisterly presence. A calm breeze.
And Wanda—instinctively—lowered her guard.
Bella floated down to the ground, the divine pressure gone. Hulk, finally free, slammed into the earth with a thunderous crash and roared—
Until Bella turned to him with a single word:
> "Hulk."
He stopped. Just like that.