"What is it?"
Algrim spoke again.
Malekith dispensed with the suspense and laid out his plan.
"Although the Celestial Convergence is approaching, I intend to send you into Asgard ahead of time to act as our man on the inside."
"At the critical moment, sabotage Asgard's defenses. Also, search for the whereabouts of our Dark Elves' Aether."
At those words, Algrim immediately frowned.
"I have no objection to your orders, my king."
"But to enter Asgard ahead of time, I would have to take the Bifrost passage."
"The Asgardians' strength cannot be underestimated. The moment I enter, they will certainly discover me."
"I do not fear death, but I fear failing to carry out your orders."
"Naturally, I have considered that. Take a look at this."
As he spoke, Malekith turned his hand over, and a black stone appeared in his palm.
Algrim's expression shifted at the sight.
"That is the Cursed Stone, the key to creating Kurse!"
"Correct."
"Take this stone. Once you enter Asgard, consume it when the situation calls for it. As Kurse, you will surely be able to break free of your restraints and complete your mission."
"Thank you, my king!"
A flicker of excitement crossed Algrim's eyes as he spoke slowly.
Kurse was the most powerful warrior among the Dark Elves. Five thousand years ago, Kurse had played a pivotal role in allowing the Dark Elves to run rampant throughout the universe.
But the Cursed Stones had been depleted, and the Dark Elves had been driven out of Asgard.
The Cursed Stones in their possession had dwindled until they gradually disappeared altogether.
In the end, the once-renowned Kurse had become nothing more than a legend of the past.
He had never expected Malekith to still possess a Cursed Stone, let alone bestow it upon him.