As the warship's power restarted, the portholes that had been sealed by the outer armor reopened. Faint starlight from space shone in through them, vaguely illuminating a figure whose body was restrained, suspended in midair!
Red indicator lights lit up one by one in the pitch-black space. The mask completely covering the figure's head slowly retracted and opened, revealing a pale, cold face!
His ears were long and pointed like those of legendary elves, and his brows and hair were as snow-white as his skin. Yet he possessed none of the beauty associated with elves. Instead, he seemed like a vampire transformed into a bat—gloomy and savage!
As the mask fully opened, his tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, revealing a pair of icy white pupils!
After a brief moment of confusion, his cold eyes suddenly narrowed as his consciousness fully returned!
After Malekith awoke, the restraints connected to his back released. He dropped to the floor and looked out at the starry void through the porthole. The events of that year quickly resurfaced in his mind, and a chilling glint flashed through his eyes!
Walking to the edge of the bridge, Malekith gripped the railing and looked down.
Below the bridge, rows upon rows of hibernation pods identical to the one he had just emerged from were neatly arranged along both sides, numbering in the hundreds. Yet at that moment, most of the pods were empty, with only a few dozen occupied.
These were all the Dark Elves who remained!
The Dark Elves, who had once dominated their corner of the universe five thousand years ago, had now been reduced to this. And they had Bor to thank for it all!
He just did not know whether that damned bastard was still alive after five thousand years!
But it