Malekith, who was already trapped in a desperate situation, had never expected to escape the Asgardians' pursuit once again.
Whatever lay ahead was better than being captured by the Asgardians.
After sensing Loki's threat disappear, he rushed forward as well. It was only after covering dozens of meters that he began to feel the bone-chilling cold.
An icy chill continuously seeped in through the wound on his left arm. The stump, which had still been bleeding moments ago, froze directly into a block of ice.
Malekith couldn't help shivering.
"This is Jotunheim, isn't it? The frozen realm. It really isn't a place where any normal person should stay."
After walking a few more steps, Malekith began to feel the cold as well. Of course, it might also have been because he had lost too much blood, making it difficult for even someone with his exceptional physical fitness to endure.
But when he tried to turn back, he could no longer find the Temporary Portal through which he had arrived.
"This should have been the day our Dark Elves rose to power. Why did this happen? It's all because of that bastard. Otherwise, I would already have obtained the Aether!"
"If I had the Aether in my hands, I would kill everyone on Midgard, as well as everyone in Asgard!"
Malekith spoke through gritted teeth, but the howling cold wind forced him to find somewhere to hide first.
Having a deep understanding of the phenomenon known as the Nine-Star Convergence, he naturally knew that the current situation couldn't last long.
His spaceship had been destroyed, and the more than one hundred members of his people who had remained had all vanished. Without the life-support systems and database aboard the ship, he feared he would have a hard time surviving as well.