Bab 115: Chapter 115: Variables, Cursed Warrior Malekith
The Dark Elf invasion was ferocious, a desperate assault with countless spaceship tearing through the skies of Asgard. While some focused on reaching the Golden Hall, others dove down to bomb the civilian areas, hoping to distract Asgard's forces. Fueled by centuries of hatred, Malekith had no concern for civilian casualties, especially here, in enemy territory.
As each spaceship was shot down, its debris rained destruction below, leaving pockets of ruin across the city. Outside the Golden Hall, rune-covered anti-aircraft guns fired relentlessly, golden shells weaving a web of artillery fire that lit up the sky. Despite this, a squad of elite Dark Elf commandos piloted their spaceship straight into the barrage, creating an opening for the rest of the fleet.
With an explosion, the main entrance of the Golden Hall crumbled, and a black fighter barreled through the gap, plowing its way toward Odin's throne like a bulldozer.
Malekith leaped from the spaceship, his eyes landing on the empty throne. He laughed maniacally, savoring the moment. But he knew he couldn't waste time—his true target was the Aether. With a nod to his warriors, he ordered, "Hold them off here! The Aether is what we came for."
He charged toward the direction of the Aether's presence, leaving his soldiers to clash with Odin's Guard. The guards, though few in number, were mighty, their divine power turning their shields into impenetrable barriers against the Dark Elf laser guns. Yet, against the terrifying power of black-hole grenades, even the guard were forced to struggle.
Just as it seemed the Dark Elves were gaining the upper hand, Odin burst into the hall, flanked by his elite soldiers. With a sweep of his spear, Gungnir, a thousand beams of golden light streaked through the air, disintegrating the Dark Elves where they stood.
The room finally cleared, Odin's face turned grim with realization—Frigga. If the Dark Elves were here, they would be after the Aether, and Frigga was with Jane Foster, the Aether's current host. Without a moment's hesitation, he sped toward Frigga's chambers.
Elsewhere in the palace, Malekith pushed open the doors to the royal chambers and came face-to-face with Frigga, standing tall and unflinching, a gleaming sword in her hand.
"Stay back, monster!" Frigga commanded, her voice resonating with authority. "Leave now, and I may spare your life."
Malekith sneered. "Allow me to take what I came for, and I might let you live long enough to watch Asgard burn."
In response, Frigga struck with blinding speed, her sword slicing toward him with lethal precision. Only Malekith's instincts saved him as he dodged just in time, but the blow had nearly found its mark.
Another attack came, forcing Malekith to backpedal, caught off guard by her ferocity. "You've made a grave mistake, old woman!" he snarled, realizing he had to take drastic measures if he wanted a chance at survival.
With a grim determination, Malekith crushed the cursed core he had prepared, a stone that would transform him into a Cursed Warrior. Red light spread like molten lava from his hands, enveloping his body as his form expanded, growing more monstrous by the second.
Frigga stabbed at him again, but her sword barely penetrated his hardened flesh. The blade sparked, and the metal glowed from the heat radiating from Malekith's transformed body.
Malekith threw his head back, letting out a roar that shook the palace as his power surged, like a long-dormant beast awakening.
In the dungeon below, Thor stood over the body of Algrim, the first Cursed Warrior, pulling his sword free from the fallen warrior's chest. But as the deathly silence settled, he heard Malekith's roar echoing from above.
Realization dawned on him—Malekith must have used another cursed core to transform himself. In this moment, Thor knew that his mother is in grave danger.
Without hesitation, he turned and punched open the door to Loki's cell, unlocking it.
Loki looked up, confusion evident on his face.
"Listen," Thor said, his tone deadly serious. "The Dark Elves have invaded. They're in Mother's chambers, and she's in danger. I'm going to save her. You can either help or stay here. The choice is yours."
Thor gave him one last look, then turned and sprinted toward Frigga's chambers, hoping he wouldn't be too late.
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