Svatalfheim.
A barren world of yellow sand and scorched rock. Dark clouds churned in the sky, casting ominous shadows across a land stripped of life. No greenery. No movement. Just dead silence and wastelands as far as the eye could see.
"Are you sure this is Earth?" Uchiha Madara's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the desolate landscape. He and his brother, Uchiha Izuna, had been drifting through the galaxy for what felt like an eternity, chasing the elusive trail of their home world. Their only guide was a rickety, half-broken navigation system aboard an old scavenged spacecraft.
Izuna frowned, scanning the coordinates. "No... This must be Svatalfheim. I've heard the dark elves once lived here, but it looks like they've long abandoned it. It's a ghost planet."
After years of wandering the stars, the two brothers were no longer ignorant of the universe's mechanics. They'd encountered countless alien races—some curious, some violent. The hostile ones learned the hard way that even in space, Uchiha meant death. There were even times when the brothers had wiped out entire species too twisted to be left alive—an extermination that lasted for weeks. Even seasoned warriors like them had their limits.
Madara sighed, frustration simmering beneath his stoic expression. "Izuna, when do we finally return to Earth?"
The question was more rhetorical than hopeful. Every time they tried to set a course for their home planet, something inexplicably went wrong. A miscalculated jump. A deceptive map. A ship hijack. It was as if the universe itself conspired to keep them away.
And now they were on this lifeless rock.
Madara clenched his fists. He was half a breath away from obliterating the entire planet out of sheer vexation—until movement on the horizon caught their attention.
"Ships," Izuna murmured. "There, flying in formation."
A fleet of strange crafts approached, each shaped like a floating cross. Madara and Izuna shared a glance and nodded. With a swift series of hand signs, they activated a transformation jutsu and stealthily boarded one of the ships undetected.
No need to fight if infiltration worked better.
As the ship slipped into a glowing space fissure, a portal of swirling energy, the brothers braced themselves. They had no idea where this journey would take them—but with no other options, forward was the only path.
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Asgard.
Thor stood at Jane Foster's side, his jaw clenched as the medical witches examined her on an ethereal bed of gold. The strange red energy coursing through her body had appeared in London—and Thor, ignoring Odin's warnings, had brought her to Asgard.
A golden structure hovered beside her—a glowing artifact known as the Soul Smelting Furnace. It scanned her body and soul with intricate pulses of light.
One of the witches frowned. "This energy… it doesn't originate from Earth. Or even the Nine Realms."
Thor's face darkened. "Can you identify it?"
"I'm afraid not, Your Highness. But its strength is overwhelming. If it lingers, her body won't survive."
Jane, though weak, sat up slightly. "Is that… a quantum field generator?"
The witch blinked. "No. That is a Soul Forge."
"Can it transfer molecular energy?"
The question caught the witch off guard. "…Yes."
"Then it is a quantum field generator," Jane mumbled.
Before further debate could ensue, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Odin entered, draped in regal armor, his gaze icy. "Thor. Again, you defy me."
"She's sick, Father. I couldn't leave her—"
"You should have. A mortal's place is on her own planet—with her own doctors. You've brought nothing but trouble."
"Father—"
"An ugly duckling remains just that. Dressing her in gold won't make her a swan. Guards—send her back to Earth."
Two guards moved toward Jane. She instinctively recoiled—but before they could touch her, a pulse of red energy exploded from her body, sending them flying backward.
Odin's eyes widened. "Ether particles... That's impossible. No mortal should be able to withstand that power."
He stared at Jane for a long moment, then finally muttered, "Bring her. We must investigate further."
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In Asgard's great library, Odin traced his hand across ancient texts, golden runes lighting up beneath his touch.
"At the dawn of time," he began, "six singularities erupted, giving birth to the cosmos. From those singularities came six gems of infinite power—what we now call the Infinity Stones."
He turned a heavy page.
"The ether particles… are what we know as the Reality Stone. Unlike illusions, it doesn't fake reality—it alters it. Permanently, if the wielder is strong enough."
Jane's breath caught.
Odin continued, "That substance within you is capable of reshaping the universe itself. Yet it vanished with the Dark Elves eons ago. Why it returned now… I do not know."
Thor tried to lighten the mood with a soft smile at Jane, gently brushing her hand. Odin noticed and scowled.
"If you weren't my son, I would have run you through with Gungnir ages ago," Odin muttered, shaking his head. "Fine. Take her to your mother. Perhaps Frigga's magic can extract it."
He turned and left without another word.
Jane looked at Thor nervously. "Did I make him angry?"
Thor shrugged. "He's always like that. Trust me—you're not the problem. I am."
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Meanwhile, deep beneath Asgard—in the dungeons—
Prisoners muttered among themselves, chained in cells after the chaos Loki had unleashed weeks prior. In the confusion, several captives had slipped in without thorough screening.
In the shadows, a dark elf with a bull-headed mask pulled a crimson shard from his pocket. He stared at it—a fragment of the ether.
Without hesitation, he jammed the shard into his chest.
A low rumble echoed through the dungeon. The elf's body trembled violently as the transformation began.
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As the ether fragments fused together, the dark elf's body trembled. Though his expression was hidden beneath the ominous minotaur mask, the pain was evident in his shaking form.
Moments later, the transformation completed. The elf had successfully endured the torment of the ether and emerged reborn—as a Cursed Warrior. No longer mere prisoners, these warriors now radiated a dark, oppressive energy. A simple dungeon could no longer hold them.
With a guttural growl, the Cursed Warrior reached into a nearby cell and yanked out a prisoner. The cell door was surrounded by a high-energy field—something that would normally repel any living being. Unfortunately for the poor prisoner, the warrior slammed his face straight into it.
With a flash of sparks and a sound like cracking glass, the energy barrier collapsed. The door shattered under the cursed strength, and the warrior stepped out of the prison freely.
He turned, his crimson eyes sweeping the corridor filled with helpless inmates. One by one, he opened their cells.
After all, Asgard was about to become a stage for chaos—and every stage needed its actors.
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Frigga's Chambers.
This was Jane Foster's first time meeting Frigga. With Thor's warm introduction, Jane quickly realized the regal woman's importance.
"Hello. I'm Thor's mother. He's spoken of you often," Frigga said with a gentle smile.
"Hi, I'm Jane Foster. I'm from Earth," Jane replied politely.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sounds of movement and alarm outside.
"What's going on?" Frigga asked, her expression turning concerned as she noticed guards rushing past the corridor.
"It's nothing," came Odin's voice as he entered calmly. "Just a minor disturbance."
"You're not very good at lying," Frigga said, smiling knowingly. "But I understand what you're trying to do. I'll stay here and keep myself safe. Just let me know when it's over, alright?"
Odin gave her a nod of gratitude. He knew she was stronger than she looked.
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Above the Rainbow Bridge.
The space surrounding Asgard was in chaos. As the Nine Realms prepared to align, the dark elves made their move.
Malekith stood at the helm of his warship, gripping the controls tightly. "Today is the day we reclaim vengeance!" he roared, his voice filled with centuries of hatred.
The skies tore open. A fleet of dark elf warships shot through the void, descending upon Asgard like a plague of shadows.
Heimdall, guardian of the Rainbow Bridge, sensed it immediately. His golden eyes narrowed, but before he could raise his sword, the enemy was already upon them. Explosions rocked the bridge as the lead ship crashed into its foundation.
Flames erupted. Malekith and his elite warriors stepped onto Asgard's soil once more after thousands of years.
"Chief, our warriors have activated their beacons. We must regroup quickly—and stay clear of Odin. Even we can't withstand Gungnir's fury."
Malekith nodded. Even the mighty Cursed Warriors avoided the wrath of the Allfather.
After the elves departed, a faint shimmer stirred in the wreckage. Two cloaked figures stepped out.
Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Izuna.
Standing tall, the two brothers took in the majestic view before them—the suspended waterfalls, the luminous rivers flowing beside the Rainbow Bridge. Asgard was unlike anything they had seen.
"It's… breathtaking," Madara said softly. "That bridge... it must be Asgard's Rainbow Bridge. Just like in the stories."
Izuna nodded. "Xiu Yu mentioned this realm. It's supposed to be a divine kingdom that protects Earth. A lawful realm aligned with good."
From beneath a pile of rubble, Heimdall emerged—bloodied but conscious. He turned sharply upon hearing the conversation.
"You—what is your connection to Su Xiuyu?" he asked, his tone firm.
"We are his clanmates," Izuna replied. "I'm his older brother. Why? Do you know him?"
"I am Heimdall, guardian of Asgard. Su Xiuyu is a friend of King Odin. We once crossed swords. He earned Odin's respect. If you two are truly his kin, will you help us repel the dark elf invasion?"
He looked into their eyes, gauging their strength—and their honor.
Madara exchanged a glance with Izuna. "Alright. For Xiu Yu's sake, we'll help. But when this is over, send us back to Earth."
Heimdall nodded. "You have my word."
Madara cracked his neck.
"Then let's begin."
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"Susanoo!"
With a roar, twin giants erupted into existence. Madara's complete Susanoo towered over the battlefield, nearly a thousand meters tall, its armor glowing with ominous energy. Izuna's Susanoo, slightly smaller at 800 meters, was just as imposing, its crimson eyes blazing.
Both warriors now wielded power that rivaled gods.
In a single, fluid motion, they swung their colossal swords.
Two dark elf warships exploded mid-air.
Even Heimdall, seasoned warrior and guardian of the realms, stood frozen in awe.
"Are… are these really Su Xiuyu's brothers?" he murmured.
The remaining elf ships, seeing the two translucent giants appear from nowhere, immediately changed strategy.
"Concentrate fire on the giants!" came the desperate order.
But their lasers and blasts were nothing more than sparks against the armored titans.
"Yasaka Magatama!"
Four enormous chakra orbs formed in the Susanoos' hands, spinning with devastating force before being hurled into the sky.
A blinding flash. A thunderous roar.
Four more warships were obliterated in a chain of violent explosions. Flaming wreckage rained from the skies.
Within moments, the dark elf fleet was no more. The invaders who dared step onto Asgard had been wiped clean from existence.
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