Perfect. Here's a revised version of Part IV of the Multiversal Truths arc, replacing the survivor storyline with the deeper mystery of the End of Time. This version exp
They walked in silence through a folded dimension — neither portal nor plane, but a corridor stitched from the seams of dead timelines. The air shimmered with a faint crackling, like TV static from a channel that had never existed.
Mark felt it before he saw it: a hollow, yawning presence.
The kind of absence so complete it felt like a weight.
Wong murmured, "This doesn't feel like any other dimension."
"It isn't," the Ancient One said.
"This is where time stops pretending to make sense."
And then they arrived.
The Great Void: End of Time
The End of Time wasn't an apocalypse.
It was beyond apocalypse.
It was the dumping ground of reality — where all discarded, pruned, or collapsed timelines were swept away by what was once the TVA.
Mountains of wrecked cities drifted in slow-motion. Half-finished moon colonies orbited impossible statues. A frozen tsunami hung mid-crash, its ocean blue turned sepia with age. Somewhere in the void, the husk of a Celestial's skull slowly turned on its axis like a forgotten god.
Mark's breath caught in his throat.
"This is where the TVA dumped everything?"
"Not anymore," said the Ancient One. "The TVA is no longer what it was. Loki… changed things. The multiverse is free now — chaotic, alive, and dangerous. But this place remains."
Wong stared into the void. "Why bring us here?"
The Nature of the End
The Ancient One walked slowly into the center of a floating disk of ancient stone, gesturing around them.
"The End of Time is not a punishment. It is a relic. A museum without visitors. A mausoleum for what could not endure."
Mark swallowed hard. "What are all these… pieces?"
"Branches that collapsed. Universes that self-corrected. Variants who had no place to go. Once, the TVA erased them. Now they decay… slowly."
They passed a floating ruin — the remains of a Stark Tower overgrown with wild green ivy. In one shattered window, Mark could swear he saw his own reflection — but older, tired, and staring back.
Wong stepped up beside him. "Are these… dangerous?"
"Some are," said the Ancient One. "Which is why they are kept here — out of reach, out of time."
The Echoes of Meaning
Mark turned. "You said time doesn't work here."
"It doesn't. Time here is like ashes — present, but dead."
Wong frowned. "Then… how does anything still exist here?"
The Ancient One looked at him calmly.
"Because memory is stronger than chronology."
Mark raised an eyebrow.
"These things persist because someone, somewhere, still remembers them. Or mourns them. Or fears becoming them."
She waved a hand and a flickering timeline shimmered into being: an Earth where Ultron had won, standing tall in his golden empire. Then it vanished like a mirage.
"Dead branches echo. The universe is never deaf to its own failures."
Why We Came
Wong asked the question Mark had been holding in his chest.
"Why bring us here? Why now?"
The Ancient One turned toward them, her face still and grave.
"Because one day, you'll be tempted.
Tempted to fix what should break.
Tempted to bring back what must stay lost.
Tempted to save everyone — no matter the cost."
She stepped closer, eyes intense.
"And I need you to see what that looks like.
To remember this place when you stand before your greatest mistake…
and have the power to undo it."
Mark stared at her, voice low.
"Thanos?"
She nodded.
"Among others."
A Shattered Hourglass
Before they left, the Ancient One showed them one last thing.
A broken hourglass, floating in stasis. It had no sand. Only light — slowly dripping in reverse.
Mark felt something tighten in his chest.
"What is it?"
She looked at it for a long time.
"An Absolute Point, broken once… and repaired at great cost. A reminder that some events anchor the world. Change them… and you unmake everything that follows."
Mark said nothing. There was nothing to say.
They left the End of Time without further words, the silence trailing behind them like a shadow they couldn't quite shake off.