How Can I Trust You?

"Tap, tap." In the Dark World, home of the Dark Elves, an Asgardian-style spacecraft suddenly appeared out of thin air. The journey through space-time had made its flight unstable. After bouncing twice across the ground, it finally entered a slow, steady flight, and Loki even let out a whoop in celebration.

Unlike Evenson, whose journey had gone awry midway, Thor and the others successfully passed through the hidden passage. After all, Evenson's ship had only one Evenson aboard, while Thor's ship carried two members of Norse mythology's royal family.

Before long, perhaps because they felt staying aboard made too large a target and would make it difficult to evade a sudden attack, or perhaps because the ship had run out of energy, Thor and the others chose to proceed on foot.

At the same time, the Dark Elves' flagship—a vertical spacecraft shaped like Patrick Star—jumped into the Dark Dimension. Malekith, the Curse Warrior, and several guards emerged from the ship.

Malekith's attire was now somewhat different from before. Though he still wore the old Dark Elf armor, it had been given a fresh coat of paint. The left side of his breastplate was black and the right side white. A half-smiling face was drawn in black lines on the white half, while a half-crying face was outlined in white lines on the black half.

In his own words, it represented righteousness and evil, sorrow and joy—conflicts between good and evil, mingled grief and delight—all offered up as the ultimate tragicomedy to that great being.

Malekith raised his right hand and continuously stroked the pendant hanging before his chest. It was a flat metal design woven into the shape of a demon statue with enormous batlike wings. He brought the pendant to his lips and kissed it lightly, then pointed at