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He was no match for the Flame God.

"Ha ha ha ha! Do you really think you can completely sever the Aether? The power of the Aether is invincible! Hahahahaha!"

Malekith's face had twisted completely. The features on his deathly pale face were hideous, and the Aether glowing with scarlet light shone once more.

Darkness spread outward from him.

Spreading.

Within the darkness, Curse Warriors were born once again. Like vicious ghosts crawling out of hell, their eyes gleamed fiercely. "Dark Elf warriors, kill—kill these enemies of the light and nourish the darkness with their blood!"

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"Nourish the darkness with their blood."

Malekith's Dark Elf soldiers were demons bred from darkness. Their bodies held no life; they existed only for slaughter.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

Their cries shook the heavens.

Making everyone tremble.

The darkness continued to expand, spreading like a plague.

The sky, where the light of hope had just appeared, was shrouded in darkness once more. That... was a darkness that inspired despair.

Countless Dark Elf warriors rose to their feet.

Shock filled Loki's eyes.

"So these are the Dark Elves born from darkness. As long as darkness exists, they can never be completely killed!"

Loki murmured absently.

He had heard this legend from his father, Odin. Such a tale had always circulated in Asgard.

When darkness covered the sky, all life would wither.

Prosperous castles would become ruins, and people would become soulless walking corpses.

Ancient songs sang of ancient legends, yet they also recorded an epic—the terror of the Dark Elves.

The Dark Elves born from the darkness continued to multiply, their ranks growing ever larger.

"I, Loki, will never yield to darkness.

The Flame God is my one and