"Heh heh heh... Fool. The only thing that can endure through eternity is the ruins of your kingdom!"
Listening to Malekith's grand declaration, Evenson sneered repeatedly. Fel flames on his shoulders blazed like erupting volcanoes, while the black-patterned cape behind him rustled without wind, filling his entire body with an ominous aura. Then he took two steps back, turned to Ancient One, and said, "Sorcerer, go kill him."
Ancient One froze for a moment, then rolled her eyes hard after recovering. You made it sound so dramatic—I thought you were going to do it yourself!
Yet in the time they spoke, Malekith's body abruptly underwent a tremendous change. Like a candle exposed to intense heat, his entire body instantly melted into a pool of blood. But that tiny pool of blood was like a spring, spewing out vast quantities of red matter. The substance pouring forth seemed both like flowing liquid and red mist, as though it intended to drown everything.
"To wield more of the Aether's power, he even sacrificed his own body?" A bead of cold sweat slid down Evenson's forehead. He had truly not expected Malekith to go this far.
Every Infinity Stone possessed tremendous power, but that power could only manifest in the hands of someone worthy of wielding it. Those unworthy had only sacrifice awaiting them.
Malekith was clearly unworthy. The Aether was also the kind of existence that, even without being used, would massively drain one's life energy simply by being stored inside the body. Just look at Jane. After being possessed by the Aether, she had done nothing at all, yet it had drained her until she only had a few days left to live. Malekith, as a long-lived being with far greater vitality than a human, had been able to coexist temporarily