Boom—
A massive shockwave erupted in the skies above Asgard, bursting outward in every direction and crashing down upon the ground like a hurricane.
Even the columns of black smoke curling upward swayed without pause.
All the Asgardians, Dark Elves, Thor, Tony Stark, and Stephen Strange on Asgard's surface could not help but raise their heads to look toward the sky.
"Has Odin, King of the Gods, made his move..." Tony Stark murmured quietly.
"Our king has acted."
"May the King of the Gods be victorious."
"Asgard never fails."
"Father..."
"Chief Malekith..."
"He-El..."
The people of Asgard prayed, praying for their King of the Gods, Odin, to return victorious once more and protect Asgard.
The Dark Elves huddled beside their mothership, clearly separated from the Asgardians as they stared up at the sky, their hearts clenched with worry for their leader, Malekith.
He was their final hope, the Dark Elves' last struggle and chance to rise again.
If Malekith died, then this universe would no longer have a race called the Dark Elves.
They prayed for their leader's victory.
Stephen Strange softly whispered He-El's name.
Thor gripped Mjolnir tightly, his resolute face clenched as he stared at the sky.
Malekith used the Aether to block the energy attack fired from the tip of Odin's eternal spear, Gungnir. Instantly, he felt as though his consciousness had gone dark, only for the Aether to stabilize him again.
Damn it! The Aether is devouring me. Malekith could barely suppress his sorrow.
One blast from He-El's arm cannon had left him ninety percent crippled. If the Aether had not protected his body, he would never have survived.
Yet even with the Aether, its protection began by consuming his life.
Malekith knew he could not hold on much longer.
After blocking another energy shot from