As the many Dark Elf priests joined the fray, the situation on the battlefield shifted once more. Both sides launched a fresh round of fighting around Loki and Algrim.
The terrifying auras surging around them made their expressions darken. Fortunately, under the cover of the Dark Elf priests, they finally crossed the battlefield and escaped danger.
Once they landed aboard the Spacecraft, Algrim let out a long breath of relief. He glanced back at the battlefield, a trace of lingering fear still on his face.
Just then, two Dark Elf warriors approached.
"Greetings, my lord!"
At their voices, Algrim turned and cleared his throat. The lingering fear vanished from his face, replaced by a look of authority.
"Where is the king?"
"My lord, the king is in the council hall."
One of the warriors answered.
Algrim nodded. "Take me to him."
"Yes, my lord."
With that, the two Dark Elf warriors led the way, while Loki and Algrim followed them toward the council hall.
Along the way, Loki kept looking around. The tight security and pervasive aura of darkness made him increasingly nervous.
He had come so far, and now only the final step remained. Yet the closer he came to success, the greater the pressure he felt.
His anxiety reached its peak when he stepped into the council hall.
Fortunately, Loki had a fairly steady nerve. Despite his anxiety, not a trace of it showed on his face. He even adopted a relaxed expression that made him look pleased.
At last, a figure seated high upon a throne came into view. As Loki studied him, Algrim dropped to one knee. "My king, I have returned."
Malekith opened his eyes, a divine gleam flashing through them. Looking down at Loki and the others, he asked in an unhurried voice, "Why