I am Thor

Outside, the remaining Dark Elf fighters were doomed. Asgard's fleet closed in, ensuring no one would escape. Within the mothership, Malekith's elite forces were all that remained of his once-proud race.

The hull of the ship was nearly torn open by Thor's fighter, letting in streams of deadly cosmic rays. Malekith and a few cursed warriors could withstand the vacuum, but most Dark Elves could only survive for moments. Realizing the end was near, Malekith's expression twisted, his last hope replaced by a singular focus on revenge. He knew that the three intruders—Thor, Loki, and Jane—were among Asgard's most valued. If he could take them down, even in death, he could deliver a blow to Asgard that would be felt for ages.

"Kill them!" he snarled, rallying the remaining cursed warriors, who surrounded the Asgardians with a murderous gleam in their eyes.

With a grim smile, Malekith crushed a cursed core in his hand, transforming himself one final time. His body swelled with dark energy, his form monstrous as he became a cursed warlord, ready to fight to the end.

A cursed warrior lunged forward.

"Leave this one to me!" Loki shouted, flashing his dagger and diving in, undeterred by the warrior's size.

Jane threw him a skeptical glance. From what she knew, Thor's younger brother was known for his trickery, not bravery. But Thor only chuckled; he knew Loki's strategy well enough to recognize that his brother was simply picking the weaker target first.

"Leave the biggest one to me!" Jane called to Thor, her eyes blazing with determination. She wanted payback after Malekith's ruthless tactics had left her humiliated and injured in their last encounter.

Thor nodded, turning to face the remaining cursed warriors. "I am Thor, son of Odin, heir to Asgard!" he roared. "Remember my name in Hel!"

The cursed warriors, fueled by the hatred for Asgard that had been drilled into them, let out bloodthirsty screams as they charged at him. As the son of Odin, Thor knew they would target him above all else.

Meanwhile, Jane engaged Malekith directly. With Mjolnir in hand, she deftly dodged his attacks, her moves swift and precise. Every now and then, she landed a blow, her hammer ringing against his hardened body. It wasn't enough to seriously wound him, but her quick reflexes kept her safely out of reach.

Loki, meanwhile, struggled against his opponent, who tossed him around like a ragdoll. After a few intense blows, Loki was sent flying, only to stagger back up with a defiant grin. Despite the bruises forming, he was determined to keep going.

Thor had already dealt with the rest of the cursed warriors. One by one, he broke their necks or shattered their bodies with blasts of lightning until only Malekith remained, cornered by the three of them.

Jane continued her assault on Malekith, her movements fueled by her lingering anger. But despite her efforts, Malekith's hardened bones and cursed body withstood each strike. Mjolnir's thunderous impact only seemed to enrage him.

"Your cursed warrior form will wear out eventually," Loki said, catching his breath. "When it does, you'll be left with nothing but regrets." He smirked, clearly enjoying the irony of Malekith's situation.

Still, Jane wasn't ready to give up. "Are you two going to help or what?" she snapped at Thor and Loki. Last time, she'd been distracted trying to protect Frigga, which had given Malekith the upper hand. This time, even with her full strength, she was finding it hard to overpower him alone.

Thor advanced, matching her grin with his own. "Of course. Let's end this together." Loki, dagger in hand, crept in, eager for the chance to steal the kill.

But in a last-ditch act of desperation, Malekith shifted his gaze to Loki. With a guttural roar, he abandoned all defense, lunging at the trickster god with unexpected speed.

"Wait—!" Loki barely had time to react before Malekith's hand clamped around his throat, lifting him off the ground. The cursed warrior yanked Loki's dagger from his grip and stabbed it toward his chest.

But Loki's body shimmered, and with a wicked grin, the illusion dissipated, leaving Malekith clutching empty air.

Seizing the moment, Thor plunged his hand into Malekith's back, unleashing a surge of lightning directly into the cursed warrior's body. The electricity tore through Malekith from the inside, overwhelming his cursed form. His scream was one of pure agony, resonating throughout the collapsing ship.

Finally, the dark lord of the Dark Elves fell to the ground, his body scorched and broken. His eyes dimmed with the weight of countless centuries of hatred and regret.

In that instant, the long-feared race of Dark Elves was no more. Their once-mighty empire, which had terrorized the universe, ended here in fire and vengeance.

Outside the ship, Asgardian fighters swept through the remnants of the fleeing Dark Elf fleet, eliminating the last of them with precision and ruthlessness. The mothership, crippled beyond repair, drifted in the cold void, its charred hull a testament to the final defeat of Malekith's people.

Thor, Jane, and Loki stood among the ruins, breathing heavily, surrounded by the still bodies of the cursed warriors. Thor gazed down at Malekith's fallen form, his expression resolute.

"It's over," he said quietly. "The Dark Elves are finally extinct."

Jane placed a hand on his shoulder, her eyes reflecting the same mixture of relief and sorrow. As much as she had wanted revenge, witnessing the extinction of an entire race was a weight they all shared.

Loki, nursing his bruises, managed a dry chuckle. "I would have preferred fewer punches, but I'll take the victory."

Thor glanced at him, a small smile breaking through his stoic expression. "Just this once, I'm glad you didn't run."

Together, they made their way back to the Asgardian fleet, leaving the remnants of a dark legacy behind them.

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