Chapter 255: Sword of Infinity
It was the Infinity Sword — the one Dave had asked the Dwarven King to forge for him.
The blade gleamed under the golden lights of the medical bay, its silver surface almost humming with power. The three grooves on each side of the hilt glowed faintly, designed to channel and stabilize immense energy, even the power of the Infinity Stones themselves.
Dave stepped forward, reaching out. As his fingers brushed the handle, he could feel the craftsmanship — ancient, precise, and powerful.
Frigga smiled warmly. "It is a mighty weapon, forged for a mighty warrior."
Thor clapped a hand on Dave's shoulder. "No better hands for it than yours, brother."
Dave gave a small grin as he lifted the sword fully. It felt perfectly balanced, as if it had been made for him alone.
"This will help when the time comes," Dave said quietly, glancing down at the still-unstable Aether in his other hand.
Frigga nodded solemnly. "Indeed. Dark times are ahead, but with that blade... you may yet turn the tide."
Dave chuckled and added, "I wasn't talking about the Dark Elves. They're weak. I don't need this sword to defeat them."
Frigga raised an eyebrow, amused. "Then whom?" she asked.
Dave shrugged casually. "The universe is vast... not to mention the multiverse. I'm pretty sure there will be some out there who are stronger than me."