Even the God of Magic Can't Withstand the Infinity Stones

Malekith, immersed in visions of success, failed to notice Xiang Qian approaching. Without Odin's annoying fool of a son around to interfere, the Aether's power was unleashed to its fullest, converting ever more dark energy.

All he had to do was wait for the final minute—for the moment when the Convergence reached its peak. The accumulated dark energy would spread through the spatial passages to the entire World Tree. Like sparks, it would spread across the different worlds, darkening every substance it touched.

And the Nine Realms were merely the beginning. The dark energy would replenish itself fully there, then sweep across the galaxy like a raging tide, and finally engulf the entire universe.

Imagining the dark world to come, Malekith could not help but lose himself in it. He closed his eyes, as though he could already see the perfect world of his dreams. Then, at that very moment, a voice reached his ears.

"So that's why it's called a dark world. You materialize dark matter, then turn the world into dark matter. Mm, not bad. Transforming the form of matter really is the most orthodox use of the Reality Stone."

The voice was quiet, yet perfectly clear. Even the roaring torrent of the energy storm could not drown it out; it stubbornly pierced through the curtain of wind and slipped into Malekith's ears. And for some reason, Malekith felt an instinctive disgust toward that voice.

It was like an offbeat, shrill burst of noise mixed into a classic symphony.

Malekith opened his eyes, irritation filling his gaze. He saw a cloaked figure standing not far before him, completely ignoring the howling dark-energy storm.

Though shocked by the other man's ability to disregard the Aether's pressure, Malekith did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, he commanded the