"Malekith!"
Even the Destroyer Warriors' thunderous, violent roar could not awaken the Dark Elf leader, who was immersed in the Aether.
Malekith took a few steps forward. The dark-red radiance reflected off his pale skin, and his eyes were intoxicated as he involuntarily stretched out a hand, seemingly wanting to touch the Aether that had suddenly appeared in the void.
The liquid substance, like tiny droplets of water, twisted and shifted like a living creature. It crawled up Malekith's arm and seeped into his body bit by bit.
Celestial bodies gradually aligned in the night sky. The Nine Realms formed a line, and a massive vortex condensed into a spatial passage. Through it, one could faintly see Asgard's Bifrost, glacier-covered Jotunheim, and the lava-ridden Fire Realm...
Malekith laughed heartily. Driving the Aether, he saw chaotic darkness swallow the Nine Realms and all things return to nothingness. From then on, there would be no more light—the age of Dark Elf rule had descended once again!
At the crucial moment of the celestial alignment, the Aether rapidly expanded and multiplied, transforming into a dark-red tidal flood like a World Serpent encircling the world, seeking to devour all light!
Malekith's pale skin gradually turned gray, as though it had been scorched by flames. The Dark Elf leader did not notice in the slightest that his body had begun to collapse like a weathered stone statue.
"No!" the Destroyer Warriors roared, trying to wake him.
The moment his thick arm touched Malekith, it was immediately corroded by the Aether. The Reality Stone pried at the rules, and the towering warrior instantly turned into an enormous bubble, drifting uncontrollably into the sky.
The Superheroes nearby were dumbfounded. As the Aether's power spread, the entire district abruptly transformed. Colored lights flashed, balloons floated through the air,