"The supreme edict, supreme lonely souls, all ghosts and spirits, four lives with grace…" A loud bell toiled in the air above Greenwich.
A faint white light quickly ascended in the center of the black and red twister, like a morning star that was about to cut through the darkness. It was faint, but it glittered.
"Nobody can defeat me when my BGM is on!" Big Dipper finally smiled. "Let's go! Let's go to Asgard and fight 300 rounds."
As he spoke, he swung Mjölnir again.
With a bang, the black and red tornado rolled inward.
A few seconds later, Malekith was sent flying from the bottom of the twister to the top, and he plunged into the huge wormhole that led to Asgard.
On the other side, Thor had just come out of the subway station and grabbed a tall blonde with a long ponytail. "Excuse me, is Greenwich over there?"
The tall beauty's arm hurt from being pulled, and she was about to curse the other party.
