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"It's all over..."

Everything had returned to calm. The darkness and tide of blood had dispersed, and Malekith, who had wanted to plunge the entire universe into darkness once more, had been completely devoured by the Shadow Storm unleashed when Klayya used the holy lance.

Where he had stood, only the Aether particles remained. They had autonomously peeled away from him at the moment he was utterly consumed by darkness, forming a small mass of fluid that drifted through the air in twisting coils.

"Malekith spent his life pursuing darkness. Now that he has finally become one with it, I suppose he got what he wished for." Evenson sighed over the fall of a king, though everyone else felt he was gloating.

"But I truly never expected the Sorcerer Supreme's origins to be so distinguished." Evenson suddenly looked at Ancient One with a half-smile. "To think you were the legendary Emperor Arthur Pendragon. It was fine when I didn't know, but now that I do, will I have to perform some grand ceremony whenever I see you from now on?"

"What do you think, you Germanic barbarian?" Ancient One glared at Evenson irritably, then finally gave a bitter smile. "Enough. King Arthur... I don't like that title. If it weren't absolutely necessary, I'd rather no one ever knew that secret."

"Oh?" Evenson raised an eyebrow and said admiringly, "Ruling a nation is something others can only dream of. If they actually pulled it off, they'd brag about it for generations. Yet the Sorcerer Supreme keeps it hidden so carefully, so detached from fame and fortune. Truly the bearing of a great master."

"What great master..." Zahaiyd suddenly turned his face aside and said mockingly, "She doesn't want to mention it because her venture failed. Even foolish tyrants can usually keep