Location: Camelot – The Throne Room
The halls of Camelot were a beacon of peace and unity. The Round Table shone with the combined strength of gods, mutants, wizards, and mortals. The Phoenix Knights had been fully transformed, and they were ready.
But as always in war, there is a price—there is always a shadow.
The warmth of the hearth in Camelot's Great Hall flickered, growing cold. The bonds of unity began to unravel.
Harry paced before the table, surrounded by his closest allies: Jean, Thor, Logan, Luna, Wanda, and Merlin. They had just received a troubling report from the edge of the multiverse—an ancient enemy was stirring. Something that could undo the fragile peace they had fought for.
"We need to act quickly," Harry said. "The Cabal is still out there. The Nameless One's influence is spreading through the realities faster than we can track. We need every hand on deck."
Merlin nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "And I've sensed a growing darkness within the council itself. A whisper of betrayal."
The Dark Seed
A single figure stood in the shadows of the grand hall. Sirius Black, Harry's closest advisor, his mentor, and most trusted friend, had been quiet for days.
Harry noticed.
"You've been distant, Sirius," Harry said, his voice tinged with concern. "What's going on?"
Sirius, his once-vibrant eyes darkened by a new weight, hesitated before answering. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I should've told you long ago."
Before Harry could speak, a sudden, chilling wind swept through the hall.
Merlin's voice trembled, "It's not just you, Harry. There's something about him."
The room fell silent.
A flash of pain crossed Sirius' face. He stepped forward, his wand igniting in a blaze of cold fire.
"I've been working with the Cabal," Sirius confessed, his voice breaking.
Gasps echoed through the room. Jean's hand twitched, her Phoenix powers rising in response. Wanda looked as though she had been struck.
"No," Harry whispered. "No, you didn't."
"I had no choice," Sirius pleaded, his voice raw with regret. "The Cabal—they—they have my family. My bloodline. They offered me the power to save them. I thought I could control it. I thought I could fight against them."
"Don't lie," Luna spoke, her voice steady but filled with sorrow. "You chose power. You chose them."
"Stop!" Harry shouted, stepping between his closest friend and his team. "We'll fix this. We can fix this."
Sirius lowered his head, his expression filled with shame. "I'm sorry, Harry. The truth is—they have always been one step ahead. I… I never wanted to hurt you."
The Betrayal Unfolds
As the room processed his words, the ground trembled. A figure stepped forward from the shadows—a towering, darkened silhouette.
The Nameless One.
And behind him, standing still and silent, was Black Harry. His face twisted, wearing the mask of a dark god, his eyes cold with rage.
"You thought you could rebuild Camelot," the Nameless One mocked. "But even your closest allies are mine."
A wave of power surged through the hall, and Sirius staggered, as though a tether had been pulled from him. His face twisted in agony.
"No!" Sirius shouted, trying to resist the dark influence. But it was too late.
The betrayal was complete.
"Sirius, no!" Harry cried, reaching out to his godfather. But it was as if the world itself had been torn apart. The magic of the Cabal had taken hold, completely consuming him.
Sirius' eyes, once full of love and loyalty, now gleamed with darkness. "I'm sorry, Harry," he whispered, before he turned toward the Nameless One, now fully under his sway.
And in that moment, the greatest blow had struck: The Nameless One had corrupted one of Harry's own family, one of his most trusted allies.