Dark Elves Attack

The light of the Bifrost faded, and Harry Osborn's feet touched solid ground.

Before him was no longer New York's forest of steel, but a sacred city bathed in eternal Golden Light.

Massive golden domes and spires pierced the clouds, while exquisite skybridges stretched across the heavens, linking floating palaces one after another.

"Long time no see, Heimdall."

Harry nodded to the man in golden armor guarding the end of the Bifrost.

"Welcome back to Asgard, Mr. Osborn."

Heimdall replied.

"Forget that for now."

Thor cut short their cryptic exchange. Carrying Jane Foster over his shoulder, the anxiety on his face had not lessened in the slightest. "Harry, we need to hurry."

He led Harry through the grand palace corridors at a swift pace.

Before long, they arrived before a palace entirely unlike the surrounding martial halls.

There was no clamor of clashing weapons here, only an atmosphere of intellectual serenity.

The palace was called the "Hall of Stars," a sacred place where Asgardian scholars observed the cosmos, studied the mysteries of Yggdrasil, and researched Runic Script. It was the equivalent of the highest academy of science in the divine realm.

When Thor's towering figure appeared at the entrance, the white-bearded scholars engaged in heated discussion within all stopped, surprise appearing on their faces.

This prince, who loved battle and mead, almost never set foot in their dry ocean of knowledge.

However, when they saw Harry Osborn following closely behind Thor, the atmosphere throughout the hall changed instantly.

"Oh! My heavens! It's Mr. Osborn!"

An elderly scholar excitedly adjusted the crystal lenses on his nose.

"You've finally come!

Regarding the 'decay model of string vibrations in multidimensional space' you mentioned last time, we've made a new breakthrough!"

"And your quantum interpretation of Yggdrasil's energy tides was simply a work of