Sovereign Homeworld – Under Siege
Hela is embattled.
At the forefront stands the pinnacle of the Sovereign's genetic engineering: Adam Warlock, the perfect creation of Ayesha, High Priestess of the Sovereign.
Warlock's entire being radiates golden brilliance, a hallmark of the Sovereign race. Clad in obsidian battle armor with a crimson cloak billowing behind him, his sculpted physique and sharp, chiseled features are overshadowed by his eerie, detached expression. He is devoid of true emotion—still an unfinished entity, recently birthed from his gestation pod.
Ayesha's relentless ambition, fueled by countless cosmic resources, has forged Adam into a near-unstoppable force. His physiology is enhanced to superhuman levels, granting him the ability to absorb cosmic energy and wield it at will. He navigates the vacuum of space effortlessly, even piercing the dimensional fabric to traverse through the void. His power nears the Threshold of the Fourth Tier, making him a being of immense might.
Hela, having lost Asgard's divine augmentation and relying solely on the Necroswords and her own mastery of death, finds herself at a critical disadvantage.
Yet Warlock is not alone.
The Sovereign's automated war legions engage the Heroic Spirits of Valhalla in brutal combat. Golden drones and cybernetic battalions clash with the resurrected Einherjar, the battlefield littered with shattered automatons and spectral warriors dissipating into green embers. The Sovereign, having amassed a formidable fleet in preparation for this war, has now mobilized thousands of starships, their numbers meticulously calculated down to the last digit by their perfect algorithm—yet sheer numbers alone do not ensure victory.
The Sovereign race, typically insulated from the horrors of war, now sends even their freshly engineered progeny—youths born of artificial gestation cocoons—into the fray.
Hela and her undead do not waste time on the expendable machines. Their strikes are precise, targeting the heart of the Sovereign war machine—its genetic stock. Destroying ships is a temporary setback for the Sovereign; however, the loss of their carefully cultivated warriors is an irreparable blow, requiring immense time and resources to replenish.
And time is something the Sovereign no longer has.
Under the constant resurrection of the Eternal Flame, Hela's spectral legions reform as fast as they fall, making the battle a war of attrition the Sovereign cannot win.
Desperate, Ayesha seizes the Sovereign's war reserves, ignoring all cost and consequence, funneling vast amounts of energy into Adam Warlock's creation.
Upon emerging, Warlock immediately intercepts Hela.
Their battle unfolds like a celestial collision, yet despite their deadlock, the Fenris Wolf and the Heroic Spirits continue to decimate the Sovereign ranks.
The Sovereign's belief in their genetic perfection is their greatest flaw—they lack true super-powered warriors and core technological supremacy. Even the birth of Adam Warlock, a being of near-godlike potential, cannot reverse the inevitable.
Until reinforcements arrive.
The Cosmic Civilization Alliance Intervenes
A new coalition of warships descends upon the battlefield—forces from the Alliance of Cosmic Civilizations, a union once formed in resistance against the Kree, Skrulls, and Shi'ar Empires.
They had long maintained an uneasy neutrality with the Sovereign, recognizing their shared enmity toward the galaxy's dominant imperial forces. Now, however, with Ragna's rise threatening to engulf the universe, the Alliance chooses to intervene.
They are no mere bystanders. Though lacking in cosmic-tier champions or reality-warping technology, they have long thrived in the shadows of empires—a testament to their strength in the face of overwhelming odds.
A Fourth-Tier Medium powerhouse, accompanied by several high-level combatants, joins Warlock in the assault on Hela. Meanwhile, elite operatives of the Alliance engage Fenrir, while fleets of warships bombard the Heroic Spirit Army.
The Eternal Flame burns on, granting Hela's warriors endless rebirth.
But even eternal warriors need time to reform.
Hela herself must continually channel the Eternal Fire, diverting her focus from combat. Against Adam alone, she can spare enough energy to maintain her resurrection cycle.
But against multiple high-tier foes?
Even the Goddess of Death has limits.
The Siege Tightens
Hela stands firm amidst the chaos. Her jet-black armor glistens, her antlered crown radiating an aura of menace.
She moves like a living storm, her sword carving through enemy ranks. She kicks a Fourth-Tier Civilization Leader away before bringing her blade down upon another.
She follows a simple principle: "Better to sever a limb than to wound the body."
Kill the weakest first—then deal with the strongest.
Yet Adam Warlock mirrors her every move. His reflexes, speed, and raw power match hers perfectly, intercepting her killing blows at the last possible moment.
Meanwhile, the Alliance warriors fight without honor, striking from the shadows, launching surprise assaults whenever she is occupied.
For the first time, Hela bleeds.
Her regenerative powers remain potent, but the healing slows. The toll of battle is beginning to show.
The Heroic Spirits' numbers dwindle, their rebirths taxed by the prolonged conflict.
Fenrir, seeing Hela cornered, erupts into a berserker rage but is bogged down by the relentless Alliance forces and Sovereign warships.
Hela is isolated.
She contemplates summoning Heimdall—calling upon the Bifrost to bring Asgard's true legions to war.
Asgard's elite warriors are few, and she refuses to waste them. She had intended to fight this war with only herself and her immortal dead.
But failure is not an option. For Asgard's honor—for Ragna's conquest—this battle cannot be lost.
Then, the void itself ignites.
Ragna Arrives
A brilliant blue radiance engulfs the battlefield.
Ragna descends, leading the Kings of Angels—his most powerful champions.
The Sovereign and the Cosmic Alliance freeze in terror.
"Impossible! How could the Shi'ar Empire have fallen so quickly?"
"The Shi'ar, the greatest empire in the cosmos, should have been able to stall him!"
"Why haven't they sent a distress signal? Why haven't they warned us?"
The realization sinks in.
The Shi'ar Empire did not warn them—because they knew it was futile.
The moment the Kings of Angels appeared, the war was over.
Panic erupts among the Sovereign and Alliance forces.
"Run! Escape to the outer rim! Flee to the furthest reaches of the cosmos!"
Ayesha, the once-arrogant High Priestess, screams in desperation.
In a final, suicidal act of defiance, she pilots the Sovereign's most advanced warship straight toward Ragna, Adam Warlock by her side.
Adam, bound by his genetic loyalty to Ayesha, follows her charge.
But Ragna merely sighs.
The Kings of Angels unleash their power—the boundless might of the Infinite Gems warps reality itself.
All escape routes collapse.
The Sovereign fleet, unable to access hyperspace, becomes defenseless prey.
Fire erupts across the void—fleeting glimmers of hope, extinguished in the cold abyss.
Despair sets in.
For in the wake of hope, only darkness remains
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