Capítulo 22: Chapter 21: The Dark Elves' Assault on Asgard
Chapter 21: The Dark Elves' Assault on Asgard
A/N:- I'm not very good at writing fighting scene briefly so bear with this chapter, thanks.
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The grand halls of Asgard's royal palace were a sanctuary of ancient power and wisdom. Tapestries depicting heroic deeds hung from the walls, and the air was filled with the heavy weight of history. Raizel, Thor and Frankenstein stood before Odin, discussing.
As they spoke, the ground suddenly trembled. The alarms of Asgard blared, filling the air with the sound of urgency. The Dark Elves' cloaked ship had breached the outer defenses and collided with the city's barrier, revealing their presence. Panic began to spread through the city.
Odin with his usual king's tone gave Thor the order to intercept the dark elves outside the city and reduce the damaga to minimum as much as possible.
"Frankenstein," Raizel commanded, his voice firm yet gentle, "assist Thor in every way possible within your power."
Frankenstein bowed with a smirk, a dark glint in his eyes. "As you command, Master."
The Dark Elves' ship, once hidden from sight, was now fully exposed, hovering ominously over the city. The impact had disrupted the barrier but hadn't broken it. The Asgardian warriors, led by Thor, rushed to the city's perimeter to mount their defense.
Frankenstein moved with eerie precision, his dark energy radiating from his hands. As he reached the outer defenses, he began enhancing the barriers, reinforcing them with his own power. Shadowy fortifications materialized, adding layers of protection that absorbed the energy blasts from the Dark Elves' weapons. The Asgardian structures, sturdy and majestic, withstood the onslaught.
Frankenstein glanced up at the invading forces, his expression a mix of concentration and dark amusement. "You picked the wrong day to mess with Asgard," he muttered, his voice low and laced with anticipation.
Thor, hovering in the air with Mjolnir crackling with lightning, bellowed a battle cry. "For Asgard!" With a powerful swing, he unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts that tore through the enemy ranks. The Dark Elves' ships shuddered under the impact, but they pressed on, determined to breach Asgard's defenses.
Frankenstein, always the tactician, directed the Asgardian warriors with swift commands. "Hold the line! Force them into the choke points!" His voice carried authority, and the warriors obeyed without hesitation. Dark tendrils erupted from the ground, ensnaring the advancing Dark Elves and leaving them vulnerable to the Asgardians' counterattacks.
Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from the fray—Kurse, the monstrous champion of the Dark Elves. His size and strength were terrifying, and he charged through the defenses, scattering the Asgardian warriors like leaves in a storm.
Frankenstein's eyes narrowed as he watched Kurse wreak havoc. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me," he murmured, his smirk returning.
Kurse's rampage led him to the city center, where the battle raged with increasing intensity. Asgardian warriors fought bravely but were no match for the giant's brute strength. Buildings shook as Kurse smashed through anything in his path, his eyes locked on the palace in the distance.
Frankenstein intercepted him, his dark energy swirling around him like a protective aura. "Going somewhere, big guy?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Kurse growled in response, swinging his massive arm toward Frankenstein with deadly force.
Frankenstein deftly dodged the blow, his movements fluid and precise. "You're going to have to try harder than that," he quipped, his smirk widening.
Kurse roared and charged, but Frankenstein was ready. He unleashed a surge of dark energy that struck Kurse in the chest, causing the giant to stagger. Not one to let an opportunity slip, Frankenstein followed up with tendrils of shadow that wrapped around Kurse, binding him in place.
Kurse struggled against the restraints, his immense strength slowly tearing through the shadowy bonds. Frankenstein gritted his teeth, pushing his power to its limits to hold the monster at bay. "You really don't know when to quit, do you?" he muttered, sweat beading on his forehead.
As the battle between the two titans raged on, Thor and Odin led the Asgardian warriors in a fierce counterattack against the rest of the Dark Elves. Thor's lightning strikes lit up the battlefield, while Odin's Gungnir sent waves of energy tearing through the enemy ranks. The Dark Elves, though numerous, were no match for the combined might of Asgard's defenders.
Malekith, frustrated by his inability to breach the palace directly, commanded his subordinates to search for hidden routes that could lead them inside. The Dark Elves scattered, combing through Asgard's ancient corridors and tunnels, hoping to find a secret passage that would grant them entry. As they worked tirelessly, Malekith watched the ongoing battle with cold determination, waiting for the moment to strike.
Taking advantage of the chaos outside, Malekith launched a sudden siege against the guards stationed at the palace gates. The attack was swift and brutal, catching the defenders off guard. After a fierce battle, Malekith and his forces overpowered the guards and stepped inside the palace. As he entered the grand hall, he found the Noblesse, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, standing calmly, observing the war outside with an air of detachment.
Back at the palace, Malekith and a small group of elite Dark Elves had managed to slip past the main battle, their sights set on the Aether. But they hadn't accounted for Raizel.
Seeing Raizel for the first time, Malekith felt a wave of awe and respect, as the Noblesse's honor was known throughout the Nine Realms. "The Noblesse, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel," Malekith greeted. Raizel nodded slightly in acknowledgment and spoke in a calm, elegant tone, "Stop the siege and go back the way you came."
Malekith hesitated, torn between his respect for Raizel and his duty to his people. "Sir Raizel, I cannot," he replied, his voice heavy with resolve. "I bear the burden of an entire race that was defeated by Asgard long ago. It is my duty to fulfill the lifelong wish of my people, so forgive me."With a sorrowful expression, Malekith turned to his subordinates and ordered them to launch the attack, even when he knew their defeat was inevitable today, he swiftly wrote something over his communication and sent it, and turned over again as if nothing had happened.
The Dark Elves charged, but Raizel's response was swift and devastating. With a mere thought, he seized control of their minds, freezing them in place. Their wills shattered under the force of his mental power, and their bodies became marionettes under his control.
Malekith, realizing the peril he was in, attempted a desperate attack, aiming to bypass Raizel and reach the Aether. But Raizel was far beyond his understanding. With a wave of his hand, Raizel manipulated the blood within Malekith's veins, forcing the Dark Elf to his knees.
"You will not touch the Aether," Raizel intoned, his voice cold and final.
Malekith gasped for breath, his strength ebbing away as Raizel's power overwhelmed him. In a last, futile attempt to fight back, Malekith summoned all his remaining energy. But it was too late. Raizel's aura flared, an overwhelming presence that crushed any hope Malekith had of victory. The Dark Elf leader's eyes widened in terror as Raizel unleashed a surge of energy, striking him down where he stood.
Malekith's body collapsed, lifeless, onto the cold stone floor. The remaining Dark Elves, witnessing their leader's fall, turned and fled in terror, their invasion crumbling into ruin.
At the dungeon.
The Dark Elves, ordered to find hidden entries, eventually discovered a way into the dungeon of the palace. They had barely set foot inside when their communication tool lit up with a command from Malekith: "Go to the dungeon if you find a route, release every prisoner, and cause chaos." The Dark Elves were stunned, bewildered at how their leader could have known they had just reached the dungeon entrance.
One of the more cunning Dark Elves slapped the back of a fellow soldier's head, chiding him, "Boss doesn't know we're here. He said to find a way in, not that you've already made it!" The others, realizing their overreaction, burst into laughter before turning serious and following Malekith's orders. They swiftly began releasing every prisoner in the dungeon, including Loki, who vanished the moment his restraints were lifted.
Having fulfilled their task, the Dark Elves made their way out of the dungeon and up to the palace grounds. As they emerged, they encountered their fleeing comrades, pursued by an Asgardian army. Without a second thought, they joined the retreat, hastily escaping outside the city.
At the city's edge, the last of the Dark Elves were being driven back. Thor, Odin, and Frankenstein led the final assault, pushing the invaders toward the perimeter with relentless force.
Frankenstein, fresh from his battle with Kurse, rejoined the fight with renewed vigor. He summoned dark vortexes that ensnared the fleeing Dark Elves, pulling them into the shadows where they met their end. "Looks like they're getting the message," Frankenstein said with a grin, his voice light despite the intensity of the battle.
Thor, his armor scorched but his spirit unbroken, raised Mjolnir for one final strike. "For Asgard!" he shouted, as a massive bolt of lightning surged from the heavens, obliterating the remaining Dark Elves' ship and sealing their defeat.
As the dust settled, the battlefield grew quiet. The Dark Elves had been utterly defeated, their leader dead, and their forces shattered. Asgard, thanks to the combined efforts of its defenders, stood victorious.
At the palace.
In the aftermath, Raizel stood over Malekith's lifeless body, his expression as calm as ever. Frankenstein and Thor soon arrived, both of them weary but victorious.
"It's over," Thor said, his voice carrying the weight of the hard-fought victory.
Frankenstein, ever the jester, glanced at the scene and smirked. "Next time, let's hope they bring a real challenge," he quipped, though the gleam in his eyes suggested that he wouldn't have it any other way.
Odin approached, his gaze respectful as he regarded Raizel. "Asgard owes you a great debt, Sir Raizel."
Raizel, ever humble, responded with a slight bow of his head. "I have merely done what was necessary."
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