Had he already obtained the Aether?
Only the Aether could grant Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves, such shocking power and awaken him once more.
The closer Malekith came to Asgard, the more excited he became. Excitement gleamed in his pair of scarlet eyes.
He let out a furious roar.
"Bor, what a pity you are already dead."
"If you were still alive, I would make you watch with your own eyes as I, Malekith, personally bathed Asgard in blood."
"Your son Odin cannot stop my invasion at all. He is nothing but a coward! Hahahaha!"
"Dark Elf warriors, slaughter them! The time has come to bathe Asgard in blood and wash away our humiliation!"
Malekith, leader of the Dark Elves, laughed wildly.
While he had slept, he had long since sworn an oath to avenge this great hatred.
Even though Bor no longer existed, even though Asgard had grown stronger—
He, Malekith, would still turn Asgard into a kingdom of darkness.
He would make the people of Asgard live without ever seeing the light of day.
Revenge.
Revenge.
Revenge—the voice had echoed endlessly in Malekith's mind.
The Dark Elf soldiers had become utterly bloodthirsty, and the murderous intent in their eyes grew ever denser.
Bloodlust was their nature.
"Charge, Dark Elf soldiers!"
At the same time—
Elsewhere, another tragedy was unfolding.
A brutal war had arrived.
In the suburbs, people screamed as they fled in all directions.
Before them stood a massive monster impervious to blades and bullets. He was Malekith's Curse Warrior.
He was the last Curse Warrior. He had become darkness itself and would remain in this form until he exhausted the Curse Warrior's life force.
Before that, no one could defeat him.
Not even Thor.
In the darkness, the Curse Warrior's body was indestructible. The Curse