Malekith's Decision

Beyond Asgard's Nine Realms, in a dark fold of the universe, the Dark Elves' flagship lay hidden.

Ever since their last raid on the Golden Palace to seize the Aether had failed at the final moment, the Dark Elves had retreated here. They lurked quietly, waiting for their next chance to strike.

This sort of waiting was nothing to the Dark Elves. After all, they had hidden throughout the universe for countless years. They could be called the most patient race in the cosmos. But there were always exceptions, like Agam, who had already been transformed into a Curse Warrior and was exceptionally restless.

This was mainly because Curse Warriors were naturally afflicted with a degree of berserk fury, making them prone to rage and impatience. More importantly, Agam knew that after being transformed into a Curse Warrior, his lifespan had been drastically shortened. He likely did not have much time left.

Yet he was not anxious because he was about to die. Rather, he understood that he was the last Curse Warrior among the Dark Elves. If the best opportunity for the next battle did not come soon, he might die before the war even began. Then the Dark Elves would lose a powerful combatant, and their hope of victory would grow even slimmer.

What did personal life and death matter compared to the great cause of the race? Agam was furious that the remainder of his life would be squandered in this helpless waiting. He longed to launch the decisive battle as soon as possible and burn away the last flame of his life on the battlefield of his people's revival.

Unfortunately, heaven did not grant his wish. According to the scouts, all of Asgard's main battle legions had returned to defend it. The Golden Palace was now