"Damn it! He-El!"
Odin's heart clenched. He wanted to strike at He-El immediately, but his body suddenly stiffened.
Inside him, starting from his genetic chains, illusory distortions began to spread. Bloodlines that did not belong to Asgard, that did not belong to the Asgardian royal family, were twisted, suppressed, and forcibly transformed into the bloodline of the Dark Elves.
With his final life and will, Malekith had abandoned his soul and even his future as one of the dead, unleashing the Reality Stone's true power—the ability to twist reality and illusion.
From the depths of his genes, the genetic chains of Asgardian blood were suppressed. Chains belonging to the Dark Elves wound around the Asgardian royal genes as a gloomy aura began to spread.
Odin's face rapidly turned pale, as white as a corpse soaked in formaldehyde. His broad, majestic face narrowed at the cheeks, the tips of his ears lengthened into sharp points, and darkness seemed to spread from within his eyeballs, polluting them completely and turning them black.
Odin no longer looked majestic. White-haired and white-bearded, with a narrow, pallid face, black eyes, and long pointed ears, he stood in the skies of Vanaheim. The image reflected there filled the beings of the Nine Realms with terror.
He wanted to stop He-El. Now was the best opportunity; He-El's condition was no better than his own.
He had nearly exhausted all the reactor energy in the Quark Armor to force a direct Space Strings traversal over such an immense distance.
He-El remained frozen in the pose of having pierced Malekith's back. The Quark Armor's energy glow had gone dark. The ultra-long-distance direct Space Strings traversal had left the armor looking rusted, with scattered sparks constantly flickering across its surface.
That demonic Quark Armor looked as though it had endured