章節 119: Chapter 119: Divine Might
Thor didn't know what Frigga and Loki discussed in private, nor did he ask. When Loki emerged from the Queen's chambers, he wore his usual expression—guarded, unreadable.
Inside, Frigga looked at Thor intently. "Your father plans to lead this war personally, doesn't he?"
Thor nodded, concern etched on his face. "Yes, but his attitude feels… strange. I have a feeling there's more to it."
Frigga sighed. "The Dark Elves are an ancient race, skilled in war and deception. On their home world, Svartalfheim, they'll have defenses we've never seen. Rushing in would mean heavy losses. Your father is old, Thor. He wishes to leave a complete Asgard for you—a kingdom secure and respected."
She paused, her expression growing somber. "The recent invasion has affected him deeply. For once, he has chosen to act from the heart rather than the throne."
Svartalfheim, the vast, shadowed homeworld of the Dark Elves, was a world unlike any other, its size dwarfing Earth nearly fourfold. The planet's murky landscape and hostile environment made it almost impossible for other races to navigate effectively. Over the eons, the Dark Elves had transformed it into a fortress, filled with hidden traps and defenses known only to them.
In a dark elf stronghold, Malekith paced impatiently, his commanders at his side.
"When do we strike again?" one of them growled. "I'm ready to spill Asgardian blood!"
"Patience," another replied. "Our king is creating cursed warriors. When enough are born, Asgard's defenses will be shattered!"
A guttural roar echoed through the stronghold, signaling the creation of yet another cursed warrior. Throughout the day, Malekith had sacrificed hundreds of Dark Elves, their lives drained to fuel the creation of his deadly army. The bodies piled up like a grim monument to his determination.
Returning to his original form, Malekith felt the ether course through him, temporarily restoring his vitality. His smile twisted with satisfaction as he gazed upon the monstrous soldiers his magic had created.
"People of Asgard," he muttered to himself, "soon you'll learn the price of defying the Dark Elves."
Confident in his fortifications and the cursed warriors ready to defend them, Malekith believed he was prepared for Asgard's assault. But he had no idea that Asgard was planning an attack of a different kind.
Far above Svartalfheim, a massive Asgardian warship hovered, its crew poised and ready. Thor, along with Sif, Jane, and Loki, looked down upon the blackened planet below, its surface obscured by endless clouds of shadow.
In the command room, Odin took a deep breath, then vanished from the ship, appearing in the vacuum of space. Encased in divine light, he floated above Svartalfheim, facing the planet alone.
"Remember this sight well," Thor said to Jane and Sif, his voice low. "It will be unlike anything you've ever seen."
Even Loki, his usual sarcasm absent, gazed at Odin with uncharacteristic awe.
Golden light swirled around Odin, intensifying until it outshone even the stars. To the others, he appeared as a single, blinding beacon of power. Only Thor could make out his father's form, now growing in size until he loomed hundreds of feet tall.
In Odin's hand, the legendary spear Gungnir materialized, gleaming with divine energy. His voice thundered through the vastness of space, carrying a force that echoed across realms.
"For centuries, Asgard has kept to itself," Odin proclaimed. "Perhaps the universe has forgotten its name."
On Earth, in an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse, the remains of the Destroyer armor began to tremble. The fragments, long dormant since Thor's battle on Earth, suddenly reactivated, flying up and out of the atmosphere, pulled by an unseen force.
In Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One looked up, watching a brilliant light grow in the sky, bright enough to appear like a second sun. She sighed, drawing complex runes that cloaked Earth in a veil of protective magic. Left unchecked, the raw power emanating from Odin's divine form would bring mortals to their knees in terror.
"Odin," she muttered, a note of awe in her voice, "what could have made him this angry?"
High above, the Destroyer armor reassembled itself piece by piece around Odin, encasing him in armor aglow with divine radiance. With Gungnir raised high, Odin's voice boomed through the darkness, a pronouncement that all who heard would remember.
"It's time the universe remembered the might of Asgard."
Golden lightning crackled along Gungnir, merging with the burning power of the Destroyer armor. Odin, now an armored titan wreathed in cosmic energy, leveled his gaze at Svartalfheim, its twisted landscapes ready to meet the wrath of a god.
With a roar that shook the stars, Odin brought Gungnir down upon the planet.
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