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[Aether]

"You shouldn't bring a mortal to Asgard; she doesn't belong here!" Odin scowled at Thor, clearly displeased.

Thor quickly defended, "Father, she possesses extraordinary abilities. I believe we should help her."

"What kind of abilities?" Odin inquired skeptically.

"I'm not entirely sure." Thor shook his head, glancing at Jane Foster lying nearby. "But there's a powerful force lurking within her."

Odin approached, examining Jane closely. Something in his inspection caused his eyes to widen in disbelief.

His fingertips glowed with Odin's power as he gently touched Jane's arm, prompting a dark red energy to emanate from her.

"It's the Aether," Odin's expression turned serious, his tone solemn. "The Aether, an ancient relic of the Dark Elves. It possesses the power to alter reality, and the Dark Elves sought to use it to plunge the universe back into an age of darkness, when they once reigned supreme."

"The Aether often manifests in a liquid form but also exists as a gem."

"Infinity Stones?"

Odin nodded gravely, "Yes, the Aether is one of the Infinity Stones—the Reality Stone."

"Five thousand years ago, during the Convergence when the Nine Realms aligned and the World Tree underwent its cycle, the barriers between realms blurred. The Dark Elves saw an opportunity to use the Reality Stone's power to bring back the ancient darkness."

"Fortunately, my father led the Asgardian forces to defeat the Dark Elves and sealed the Aether away in a secure location."

"I didn't expect it to resurface within her now... Could it be that the convergence is happening again, loosening the seal?"

Thor questioned, "Can we remove the Aether from her safely?"

Odin hesitated briefly before responding, "Not without risk, at least not safely."

Thor and Jane exchanged uncertain glances.

"Let her stay in Asgard for now," Odin decided, turning away, his expression somber.

He left without another word, leaving Thor to ponder the implications.

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[Undercity Experience Space]

In the gloomy depths of the Undercity, Forseti faced off against Sylvanas Windrunner, the mistress of this domain.

Once one of the Windrunner sisters, Sylvanas was a formidable ranger who pledged her life to defending her homeland. Tragically, she fell in battle against Arthas and was transformed into an undead banshee under his control.

Breaking free, she rallied other undead under the banner of the Forsaken and became their leader.

Though Sylvanas possessed mind-control abilities, Forseti's strength matched hers, preventing her from manipulating him like a puppet. Yet, her attempts forced him to exert all his willpower to resist, leaving brief windows for her to strike lethally.

During one such lapse, Sylvanas lunged with a shadow-infused dagger aimed at Forseti's heart.

Swiftly regaining control, Forseti evaded the fatal blow, countering with a backhand swing of his hammer.

"Justice Hammer!"

The clash erupted in flames, the Sulfuron Warhammer's blow sending Sylvanas reeling.

Wings unfurled behind him, Forseti hurled his hammer once more, the fiery spear piercing Sylvanas's chest.

Holy light surged through the flames, disintegrating Sylvanas's undead form into ash with her anguished screams.

[Soul Mark: Sylvanas Windrunner]

Another soul marked.

Just as Forseti prepared to investigate further, a voice from the real world intruded.

"Intruders!"

Had Asgard been breached?

Forseti swiftly exited the experience space, returning to reality to find a massive dark battleship looming ominously above Asgard.

This peculiar ship, its sleek silhouette eclipsing the sun, hovered inexplicably over Asgard's skies, its stealth capabilities baffling.

From its hull swarmed countless smaller vessels like bees, descending upon Asgard in a coordinated assault.

The enemy's artillery was formidable, armed with devastating bombs that wreaked havoc upon impact, nearly overwhelming Asgardian defenses.

"Boom!" A bomb exploded near Hela, releasing a dark cloud that threatened to engulf her like a black hole.

Drawing upon Asgard's power, Hela summoned a rainbow-hued aura, pushing back against the ominous darkness.

While potent, the bomb proved no match for Asgardian might, dissipating under the onslaught of rainbow light.

"A black hole bomb?" Forseti arrived.

"Yes." Hela nodded grimly. "Only the Dark Elves possess such a weapon."

Like Hela's, the black hole bomb was an exclusive weapon of the Dark Elves, capable of creating temporary black holes that devoured everything around them before evaporating.

Even for the Gods of Asgard, such a weapon posed a dire threat with few effective countermeasures.

In ancient times, these bombs could have given the Dark Elves dominion over a universe shrouded in eternal darkness.

Gazing at the Dark Elves and their armada, Forseti took a deep breath, palms glowing with holy light.

"Dark Elves... face the divine prism!"

One after another, divine prisms materialized in his hands, launching towards the sky in a dazzling array.

Explosions echoed.

"Boom! Boom!"

Sacred prisms burst forth, unleashing torrents of radiant energy that dispersed in all directions, blanketing the ground below.

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