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Michael pointed at the cursed warrior who had died.

Only then did Sif realize that the cursed warrior was already dead. She looked at Michael in disbelief, "You killed him? You were able to kill a cursed warrior?"

"What? Don't I look strong? Judging people by their appearance is just wrong." Michael said calmly.

"Looking at you now, it's hard to believe you killed a cursed warrior." Sif replied, noticing that the Ice Box was gone.

"Don't look at me; that guy threw something like a grenade, which created a vortex and sucked it away directly!" Michael noticed Sif's gaze and explained briefly.

Sif frowned and said decisively, "We'll deal with that later. The dark elves have invaded Asgard, and they're looking for you. Come with me. My mission is to protect your safety!"

"I do want to leave..." Michael grinned bitterly. The power of the Aether was indeed strong—killing the cursed warrior was as easy as slicing vegetables—but it was also exhausting. He barely had the strength to stand.

The sounds of battle were growing louder. Sif frowned and said, "Climb on. I'll carry you."

"You carry me? Isn't that a bit…?"

"You're too weak right now, and you're carrying the Aether. If Malekith finds you and gets the Aether, it'll be disastrous." Sif said firmly, her tone showing it was purely for the mission.

Cold goddess indeed.

Sif crouched down in front of Michael, and he awkwardly climbed onto her back. She carried him with ease, moving quickly through Asgard's halls. At first, Michael felt a little embarrassed, but then he thought, after all, he was likely the first man Sif had ever carried like this. Such closeness was probably a first for her.

"Hey, Sif, put me down." Michael said suddenly after they'd gone a ways.

Sif frowned, "Do you think I want to carry you? This is for the mission."

"Unless you can get me off Asgard, Malekith will keep hunting me. Running won't solve anything, so put me down." Michael replied with a chuckle.

Sif hesitated, then stopped, and Michael hopped off her back.

"Honestly, even though you're a goddess, you're still a woman. Letting you carry me is a bit cheap. I heard you like real warriors, real men? If I manage to defeat Malekith, maybe we could go on a date?" Michael said, shaking his wrists and smiling.

Sif scoffed, "You think you can beat Malekith? Just because you have the Aether? It's useless against him."

"Who said I need the Aether to defeat him?" Michael's eyes narrowed with determination.

"Fine. If you can actually beat him, I'll admit you're a warrior—and we'll go on a date."

"You said it!"

Michael grinned, his eyes instantly sharpening as he stared ahead.

The dark elf leader, Malekith, had appeared.

Sif held a shield and a sword, staring at Malekith with fierce intensity.

As the leader of the dark elves, Malekith might look better than most of his kin, but that wasn't saying much. From Michael's perspective, this guy was definitely ugly.

"I'm here to reclaim what's mine!" Malekith declared, not even glancing at Sif, his gaze fixed solely on Michael.

"It's in my hands now, so if you want it, come and get it!" As Michael spoke, the Aether particles suddenly vanished from his body as if they had never been there.

"How is this possible?" Malekith realized he couldn't sense the Aether's presence.

"Defeat me, and you'll get it back." Michael said, rolling his wrists as he prepared for battle.

"Midgardian, witness the power of darkness!" Malekith snarled, lunging toward Michael.

Sif prepared to step in, but suddenly found herself unable to move.

"Hey, goddess, didn't we have a bet? Stand back and watch!" Michael used his telekinesis to freeze Sif in place, and under her surprised gaze, he charged toward Malekith.

Bang!

Fist collided with fist, and they were evenly matched.

Malekith was shocked, and Sif was equally stunned, especially as she saw Michael's confident smirk as he continued to press forward. Her impression of him began to shift.

The courage to face Malekith already made him a warrior!

Moreover, it seemed Michael wasn't at a disadvantage.

Punches, elbows, side kicks—although Michael hadn't learned combat formally, his physical abilities and reflexes were extraordinary. But Malekith was no ordinary foe; as the leader of the dark elves, he was formidable.

Despite Michael's powerful strikes, he wasn't causing much damage to Malekith.

"Is that all you've got? An ant from Midgard! Hand over the Aether, and I might let you live!" Malekith taunted.

"An ant? You're the one who's conceited. Let's see who the real ant is!" Michael sneered, stepping back suddenly.

"Sif, move back!"

"A true warrior never retreats!" Sif said, now able to move again, raising her sword defiantly.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"If you can!" Sif stubbornly refused to back down.

Michael had no choice.

He was ready to show Malekith who the true ant was.

Bang!

Flames erupted from Michael, swirling around him as the temperature soared. Even Sif could feel the unbearable heat, and it was rising fast.

Within the flames, Michael's form was blurred, barely visible in the blaze.

"Do you know the power of a supernova explosion? I wonder if this temperature can melt a dark elf like you. Coincidentally, my highest temperature can match a supernova. So, let's see who's the real ant!"

Michael's voice echoed through the flames. The walls and ground around him couldn't withstand the searing heat and began to crumble, turning to ash in the inferno.