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Convergence

Suddenly, a voice roared, "Release Jane!"

Before the sentence finished, Mjölnir shot up in a graceful arc, its thunderous impact striking Malekith's temple with deadly precision.

"Boom!"

Malekith fell instantly, without uttering another word.

The ether particles rushed back into Jane Foster's body immediately, and she collapsed with a soft cry. Thor hurried to her side, asking anxiously, "Are you alright, Jane?"

"I'm fine," Jane Foster replied, touching her forehead. The surge of ether particles had left her feeling uneasy.

Thor remained concerned, holding her hand and continuing to ask questions.

Watching this unfold, Forseti fell silent for a long moment. "..."

He had briefly hesitated, wondering if Malekith might become stronger than anticipated after absorbing the ether particles.

Unexpectedly, Thor appeared and swiftly ended Malekith's life.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Thor noticed Forseti's gaze and asked.

"Jane could have used that to expel the ether particles, but now it seems you'll have to endure a bit longer," Forseti sighed.

The lingering ether particles in Jane Foster's body not only troubled her but also posed challenges for Thor.

Jane couldn't control the ether's energy at all, and sometimes its power overflowed, causing Thor to suffer, as if he had been struck and tossed around on Earth.

Thor was momentarily stunned, then quickly regretful. He glanced at Malekith's lifeless form nearby.

Sadly, the collapsed temple indicated that the unfortunate Dark Elf monarch had met his end.

"The battle concludes for today," Forseti declared. "Let's clean up the mess outside."

The Dark Elves had returned after five millennia, but they had severely underestimated Asgard's current might. They not only failed to obtain the ether particles but also suffered a bleak defeat, losing their last cursed warrior and monarch.

Following Malekith's demise, the Asgardians continued their onslaught, easily overwhelming the remaining Dark Elf forces with Malekith's corpse in tow.

The Dark Elves were decisively defeated and, compared to five millennia ago, likely faced extinction.

With the Dark Elves defeated, the convergence that followed appeared unusually quiet. No opportunistic acts followed; it was a celestial calm.

The day after the Dark Elves' invasion ended, the Nine Realms scattered across the cosmos aligned in a straight line, a cosmic phenomenon occurring every five millennia.

From a universal perspective, the Nine Realms formed a linear alignment, while from the World Tree's dimensional viewpoint, they converged, overlapping boundaries like fragments coming together.

Due to this extensive overlap, Asgard suddenly sprouted numerous portals to other parts of the Nine Realms, rendering the Rainbow Bridge obsolete on that day.

As Midgard was the heart of the Nine Realms, most of these portals led to Earth.

These portals introduced countless anomalies to Earth in a single day, such as ice beasts or other peculiarities.

This influx of anomalies likely contributed to Earth's frequent encounters with the extraordinary.

Moreover, the portals themselves bore unforeseen consequences.

For instance...

Night fell.

In Earth's dark sky, a small, unstable portal about half a meter in diameter flickered into existence.

During celestial convergence, such unstable portals were not uncommon and would likely dissipate within minutes on their own.

Yet, in those fleeting moments, a spacecraft returning from its mission happened upon this modest portal.

"What's that?" An astronaut noticed an anomaly on the radar.

Others followed suit, perplexed. "Strange, I've never seen this signal before..."

But before they could grasp the significance of this unprecedented signal, a section of the spacecraft collided with the portal!

"Boom!"

The portal tore through the spaceship's hull, triggering a violent explosion. Flames and shockwaves erupted from the vessel's side.

The spaceship nearly became a fiery meteorite hurtling towards Earth.

"Damn it!" The astronauts swore in urgency.

"Initiate emergency landing protocols!"

"Contact mission control for assistance!"

"Jameson, check the samples!"

"Yes!" Jameson, a crew member, hurried to a highly secured chamber.

The layout resembled a laboratory, its centerpiece four transparent cylindrical containers.

Each container housed a viscous creature resembling asphalt, writhing against its confines, seemingly in distress.

One creature stood out—a brilliant golden hue emanated faintly from its form, a semblance of sacred brilliance.

Observing the four creatures, Jameson exhaled with relief.

However, at that moment, a resounding "click" echoed through the chamber. The titanium alloy walls began to buckle, metal shards bursting forth.

One shard struck a container, shattering it!

"Oh, no!" Jameson yelled, attempting to react.

The viscous creature surged out through the breach, swiftly enveloping Jameson from ankle to torso, melding into his skin like water soaking into a sponge.

"Ahh!" Jameson collapsed in agony, his body convulsing.

Meanwhile, the damaged spacecraft struggled to maintain control. Despite the crew's efforts to execute a forced landing, it plummeted towards the ground, erupting into a violent explosion upon impact.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted from the Malaysian forest near Sibu City, casting an ominous glow across the night sky.

The commotion drew attention, prompting a swift response from police, fire, and medical services.

Miraculously, Jameson survived such a catastrophic ordeal.

Amidst the chaos, there was little inquiry into the circumstances of his survival as emergency responders rushed him into an awaiting ambulance.

The ambulance sped through the darkness, a nurse preparing an injection for the unconscious Jameson, carefully administering it.

Unexpectedly, Jameson's eyes snapped open. His arms transformed into dark tendrils that swiftly ensnared the nurse's head