"Asgardian! Death will come to you soon." A man with half his face burnt and wearing a black cape stepped out from among the soldiers; he was clearly different from the other Dark Elves.
He looked at Thor with slightly red eyes and said gloomily, "Why rush to die?"
Thor's expression was as unyielding as ever. "I won't die at your hands, Malekith."
With only half his face intact, Malekith smiled mockingly and looked up.
Eight huge wormholes appeared in the sky.
Knowing that it was almost time, Malekith strode over to Thor. "Really? It seems you forgot how your brother died."
As soon as he said that, a sturdy figure 2.5 meters tall walked out from behind him and approached Thor.
Malekith, on the other hand, stopped and looked up at the sky.
If it was Bor's son, Odin, who had come, Malekith would have met him on equal ground.
