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Throne Room, Space, Night
Deep in space, kneeling behind a grand throne, a clothed, armored figure known as The Other, bows. “The Tesseract has awakened. It it on a little world. A human world. They would wield his power, . . .” The Other faces a horned shape shadow. Loki, the young fallen Prince of Asgard. Loki is handed the Chitauri Scepter, a long golden handle, fitted with a blue gem encircled with silver blades. A triumphant smile spreads across his face. “But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead.” The Other knows how to use his voice and how to work his intonation. “And our force, our Chitauri, will follow.” Tens of thousands of Chitauri stand ready in a seething mass of neat rows and columns. The ground simply quakes. “The world will be his. The Universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?”