"My name is Aura..."
Svartalfheim, coordinates 361.250.
The woman, bound tightly by The Other, spoke in a daze, revealing everything she knew, or rather, everything Beckett wanted to know.
About Malekith, about the Aether, and about the Twelve Cursed Warriors.
The pitch-black armor was standard issue for them, the Cursed Warriors, and the power of the Aether was the source of their multiplied strength. As for the purple Dreamflower, that was a question Aura herself didn't understand, so naturally, she couldn't explain it to Beckett.
Regarding the identity issue between Ur and Kortian, according to Aura's account, it originated thirty-two days ago.
Kortian, as Hela's adjutant leading troops on a long-term campaign, had long been a target of the Twelve Cursed Warriors.
Thirty-two days ago, they made their move while Kortian was at the Asgardian outpost on the border of Svartalfheim for a handover. They cruelly killed him while he was resting alone in his room, eating roasted meat, and stole his face, allowing Ur to brazenly operate under the guise of Kortian in the sunlight.
Upon returning to Asgard, Ur, who had intended to use this identity to investigate Asgard's specific situation, was unexpectedly dispatched by Odin to Midgard to assist Hela.
Aura didn't elaborate on what happened next, but Beckett and Hela understood.
Because after that, Kortian, as Ur, had indeed been acting alongside them.
"Do you believe her? What she said?"
After Beckett had the Chitauri soldiers take the bound Aura away to be imprisoned, Hela turned her gaze to Beckett.
"I don't believe it."
Beckett didn't believe a single word that woman said.
"Then you?"
The information on the warship's main control screen clearly showed that Beckett had already input the coordinates Aura had provided.
"My father said that belief or disbelief has nothing to do with action, it's only related to one's own judgment."
As far as Beckett was concerned, even if something was amiss at the location Aura had disclosed, he was confident he could handle any trouble that appeared before him.
Although Beckett's intuition told him that this cursed warrior named Aura definitely had ulterior motives, otherwise, she wouldn't have provided a real location, even giving the exact coordinates so clearly.
Aura also knew that Beckett wouldn't believe her, so she had made it clear beforehand that their Dark Elf king resided there, leaving the choice of whether to go or not to Beckett.
"The Other, dispatch five scout teams."
"Understood, His Highness Beckett."
The Other, holding his scepter, nodded respectfully and then randomly selected five scout teams through the scepter, rushing them to the destination without delay.
After issuing the order for advance reconnaissance, Beckett then instructed Woz to activate the warship.
"Your Highness Beckett, the video data has been compiled. Would you like to view it?"
"...Play it." Beckett paused his actions.
"Understood, Your Highness Beckett." Woz's voice responded, and the large main screen immediately displayed the scene of Beckett and Hela falling into what was called the world of the dead.
"What is this?" Hela, who had been silent, looked at the screen, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.
"This is the ship's log recorder, which has been continuously active, Ms. Hela," Woz replied amicably.
The ship's log recorder was activated precisely to prevent the recurrence of situations like the previous one. After all, there were many strange and peculiar abilities in the universe, and having a ship's log recorder allowed for precise analysis.
The large main screen split into two from the center. On the left were the specific data of the energy spectrum analysis, and on the right was the actual situation Beckett and Hela had encountered at the time.
"A distorted alternate dimension."
The playback from the ship's log recorder clearly indicated that the large amounts of Infinity Stone isotopes had not directly altered the space around Beckett and Hela, but had merely pulled them into a distorted alternate dimension.
"Woz."
"Your Highness Beckett, Woz is progressively analyzing the energy spectrum composition. Once the analysis is successful, Woz will extract the power of the Mind Stone to craft two protective gears for you and Ms. Hela that can resist this power."
The simple and unadorned exchange between master and servant left Hela unable to interject, her mind full of questions but no one to answer them.
...
In the distant Centaurus Galaxy, within the Dark Order's base data room.
Thanos, standing with his hands behind his back, looked at the image playing on the screen in front of him with a look of satisfaction.
This was a device he had deliberately placed on his adopted son's bracelet, to prevent a repeat of the situation where he couldn't find Beckett after the U40 Planet explosion.
[Even after experiencing the blonde form after his potential had erupted, he has no intention of relying on the Mind Stone.]
Even when pulled into an alternate dimension, he could defeat an opponent fused with a large number of Reality Stone isotopes using his own increased strength.
At this rate, it seemed he wasn't far from reaching his potential-bursting blonde form.
"Lord Thanos."
Ebony Maw's voice sounded from outside the door.
"Enter."
"Lord Thanos, someone from Vanaheim requests to speak with you."
Upon hearing this, Thanos turned around and gazed at the bowing Ebony Maw before him. After a long silence, he said, "Vanaheim?"
"Yes, Lord Thanos."
Ebony Maw's posture grew even more respectful, a cold sweat trickling down his spine. He didn't even dare to pull out the communication device without Thanos's approval.
In that brief moment, although Thanos's tone was calm, it had sent shivers down Ebony Maw's spine.
"However, I have already ordered the communications department to begin fixing the vulnerability discovered by Vanaheim. This kind of situation will absolutely not happen again."
Ebony Maw, respectfully lowering his head, waited for Thanos's response for a long time.
"What did the people from Vanaheim say?"
Finally receiving Thanos's response, Ebony Maw breathed a sigh of relief. This meant Thanos wasn't too angry with him.
"The people from Vanaheim said they are willing to trade a branch of the World Tree and information about an Infinity Stone for a deal with you."
After bowing, Ebony Maw, whose back was already soaked with cold sweat, adjusted his emotions and recounted the trading terms proposed by the King of Vanaheim, word for word.
A branch of the World Tree. Thanos, whose ambitions lay elsewhere, wasn't interested in it. As for information about an Infinity Stone...
"It seems Odin's security work isn't very good," Thanos said, his expression unwavering after quietly listening to the trading conditions proposed by the King of Vanaheim.
He would never betray any ally, even if that ally still possessed a complete Infinity Stone.
I'm really sleepy, writing this chapter while dozing off...
I still owe one chapter out of five. I'll make it up tomorrow (_)
It's so frustrating that my writing speed is slow. I already write slowly, and it gets even slower when my roommates come back at night and make noise (_)
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