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Two immense forces collided violently in midair, like unstoppable tidal waves crashing against one another. Thor's body surged with thunderous power, lightning exploding from the head of Mjolnir as he desperately tried to break through Malekith's Aether shield.
Malekith stood tall. His shield glowed crimson with Aether energy, stubbornly resisting Thor's assault. His body trembled slightly, and a rare look of solemn focus appeared on his face.
Suddenly—BOOM!
The clash reached its peak.
Thor was blasted away by the Aether's overwhelming force, launched like a meteor across the night sky. His body spun through the air before crashing heavily into the ground, debris exploding outward as the earth shook violently.
Everyone watched in stunned silence as Thor was flung far from the battlefield, crashing into a distant forest. Trees were ripped from the ground, the earth collapsing beneath the impact. The battlefield fell eerily quiet, with only the fading echoes lingering in the air.
Thor lay on the ground, breathing heavily. His body was covered in wounds, his armor shattered.
His strength was at its limit—but there was not a trace of surrender in his eyes. He knew this battle was critical. Failure was not an option.
Malekith stood calmly, a faint, satisfied smile on his face. His shield remained intact. The duel seemed decided—victory within his grasp.
Just as Malekith prepared to deliver the final blow, a powerful wave of telekinetic force slammed toward him like an invisible tsunami.
He spun around sharply.
At the edge of the battlefield stood Andre, eyes locked on Malekith, a dense sphere of psychic energy condensed in his palm.
"Don't even think about it, Malekith!" Andre's voice thundered across the battlefield.
He hurled the massive psychic orb forward.
The impact shattered Malekith's shield instantly. He staggered backward in shock, nearly losing his balance. The sudden attack caught him completely off guard—he hadn't expected such power.
At that moment, Cruz charged in from the flank. His fists burned with roaring flames, scorching energy surging through his body as he closed in from behind.
Malekith reacted instantly. He turned and swung his dark sword with incredible speed. A blazing red sword wave erupted, colliding head-on with Cruz's flaming assault.
Fire clashed with fire, exploding into blinding light.
A sly glint flashed in Malekith's eyes as he sneered at Andre and Cruz.
"You insects dare oppose me?" Malekith mocked, his blade still razor-sharp. While defending against their attacks, he searched for an opening to strike back.
"Very well," he snorted coldly. "Let's play."
The battlefield seemed to freeze as the three clashed. Flames and psychic power exploded outward, creating a chaotic storm of light and shadow. Fire crackled, psychic force howled—the sounds intertwining into a deadly symphony.
Malekith blocked Andre's psychic blast with his sword. The crimson patterns along the blade flared like a shield, his reaction speed leaving Andre no room to breathe.
Meanwhile, Cruz continued his assault. Red Aether particles flickered across Malekith's body as he moved with terrifying agility. With a swift slash, Malekith cut through Cruz's flames, then unleashed a blazing sword wave straight at him.
Cruz barely dodged—but Malekith was already moving again. His swordsmanship was precise and merciless, each strike carrying devastating force.
Andre launched another psychic attack, forming chains of mental energy to restrain Malekith.
Malekith laughed coldly.
Red Aether energy erupted around him like armor. The psychic chains shattered instantly.
"You're far too weak," Malekith sneered, confidence dripping from his voice. He swung his sword again, crimson flames roaring outward, extinguishing Cruz's fire attacks.
"This guy's strength…" Andre said grimly.
"He's insanely powerful," Cruz replied, flames crackling more fiercely around his fists.
Malekith counterattacked again, bending reality itself with Aether power. The air warped, forming a red energy barrier that blocked Cruz's flames.
His eyes sharpened as if he could see the future. He predicted Andre's next move and vanished just as the psychic attack struck empty space.
"You're like children—ignorant and foolish," Malekith mocked as he moved across the battlefield like a gust of wind.
Andre and Cruz struggled to track his movements, forced into a defensive rhythm.
As Andre gathered power for another psychic strike, Malekith suddenly appeared before him, sword thrusting forward.
With no time to dodge, Andre formed a desperate psychic shield.
Metal screeched against energy.
The pressure was overwhelming. The shield began to crack as Malekith's blade closed in on Andre's throat.
At the critical moment, Cruz charged in, his flaming fist smashing into the blade.
BOOM!
Fire and steel collided, stopping the strike.
Malekith's expression darkened. He realized lingering would be dangerous.
His eyes gleamed with malice as Aether energy gathered—far more destructive than before.
"You think this can stop me?" Malekith sneered.
He released a massive surge of Aether power.
Reality warped violently. Andre and Cruz were thrown back again and again, trapped in a twisted, distorted space.
Malekith's form blurred, becoming semi-transparent, as if merging with the fabric of reality itself.
"This is insane…" Cruz gasped.
Andre tried to resist with psychic force—but against the Aether, it was laughably weak.
Malekith struck again.
His blade flashed like lightning, cutting across Cruz's body. Cruz cried out as Aether energy tore through him, sending him flying unconscious across the battlefield.
Andre tried to defend—but his shield collapsed under the impact, slamming him to the ground.
Malekith advanced, his form flickering like a phantom. His dark sword burned brighter than ever.
Andre staggered to his feet, body wracked with pain, eyes still resolute.
Cruz forced himself up as well, flames still flickering across his battered body.
"We can't lose!" Andre shouted, gathering his remaining strength.
Their resolve ignited together, psychic force and flame intertwining.
Malekith's blade closed in—
Then a powerful psychic strike hit him from the side.
Andre and Cruz attacked in perfect coordination, flanking him from all directions.
"Hmm?" Malekith muttered.
Flames and psychic energy battered him like a storm. He was driven backward, body engulfed in fire, skin cracking, blood spilling.
His smile vanished—replaced by pain and rage.
But just as victory seemed close, Aether energy flowed over him like mist.
His wounds healed instantly. Flesh restored. Blood vanished.
His eyes turned cold once more. His sword reignited.
"Did you really think that was enough?" Malekith sneered.
Andre lowered his voice. "We need a new plan. The Aether is his trump card."
Cruz clenched his fists and nodded.
The battle was far from over.
To defeat Malekith, they would have to uncover a way to counter the power of the Aether itself.