"Ha ha ha ha ha—" Malekith's maniacal laughter began to spread across the Nine Realms.
The Nine Realms appeared one by one in the skies of every realm, reflecting Malekith's skeletal face and figure. The Light Elves of Alfheim, the Dwarves of Vanaheim, the humans of Midgard, the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, the undead of Helheim, and the Firebeings of Muspelheim were all stunned.
He-El's Quark Armor, like a demonic god, charged directly toward Malekith at the center of the Convergence with savage dominance.
Seeing He-El's armored mask flash with a pair of dark red eyes as it charged toward him, drawing closer and closer as though it could truly pierce through space and arrive before him, Malekith felt a chill in his heart. His maniacal laughter abruptly stopped.
After only a brief pause, Malekith's unnatural expression steadied. He realized that he was now at the center of the Convergence, where layers upon layers of space continuously overlapped. No one could possibly find him within such countless, complex layers of space.
In other words, he was invincible. No one could reach him.
Malekith cast aside his last trace of concern. His charred, skeletal body spread its arms, while a dark red river of the Reality Stone swirled around him. He laughed coldly and wantonly.
"Midgardian, you cannot stop the wheel of history belonging to the Dark Elves from moving forward!"
His wild laughter traveled through the overlapping layers of space, reaching every kingdom of the Nine Realms with perfect clarity.
A tremendous uproar broke out across the various kingdoms of the Nine Realms.
"Dark Elves? Those filthy creatures of darkness? Malekith actually returned? Bor defeated them, yet they crawled back after fleeing in disgrace, once again trying to realize that ridiculous dream of theirs." In the Light Elf kingdom of