Algrim, the Dark Warrior he had sent to Midgard, was a trusted general who had survived alongside him through that defeat thousands of years ago. He was immensely powerful and possessed an exceptional physique capable of containing vast amounts of Aether Energy.
Yet after going to Midgard, he had vanished without a trace. When Malekith sensed Loki's presence on the battlefield, he had already formed an ominous suspicion. But he simply could not imagine who among the weak, lowest-tier Midgard mortals could possibly harm Algrim so badly that he had not even had the chance to flee or send back a message.
But Algrim's appearance at least pointed Malekith toward the possible origin of the Three-Eyed, Four-Armed Expert before him. If the other party was a powerful Midgardian, then Algrim's disappearance and transformation into this frown-inducing state had an explanation.
Malekith believed he had deduced the truth. As he frowned at Algrim, who seemed not to have heard his call and was slowly shuffling across the ground covered in black liquid like a puppet, a flicker of unease suddenly crossed his heart.
He was not someone who only cared about mysticism and knew nothing of science. Few knew that aside from being the Dark Elves' most powerful mage, he was also a scientist proficient in technology. He could tell at a glance that, apart from the mutation caused by some unknown and highly contaminating energy, Algrim bore traces of modification. He just did not know whether the one who had modified him was the mysterious enemy before him, who also looked like some kind of creation, or another unknown figure. Could Midgard's technology have advanced this far in merely a few thousand years?
"Algrim?" Seeing that Light Luke had lost his previous fanatical desire to attack after summoning a Dimensional