The dimmed screen flickered to life once more.
But the man who appeared was not Leon Lake—it was Dr. Clef.
The world was burning.
From the relative safety of Site-67, Clef watched the inferno consuming the horizon.
Black and green flames twisted together—an unnatural reaction from thirteen individuals infected by SCP-3396… or, as they were now known, mutants.
The fires had swallowed entire mountain ranges.
Across the globe, more explosions flared like falling stars.
It was a chain reaction of anomalies—one after another—tearing the world apart.
> "If the Foundation's plan is to work," Clef muttered, "we'll need to control most media broadcasts… and release amnestic gas over several small towns."
He sighed deeply.
> "That's if that kid can even pull it off."
Rumor had it that the O5 Council was already preparing to activate SCP-2000, the Foundation's last-resort contingency.
Clef didn't believe it would work.
---
Marvel Universe – Livestream Chat
"WTF? Has it really gotten this bad?"
"The mutants' powers are tearing apart civilization!"
"There are good ones and bad ones, sure—but the damage from the bad ones is catastrophic."
"Will they really activate SCP-2000? That's basically hitting the reset button on humanity!"
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
The agents exchanged uneasy glances.
Natasha Romanoff frowned.
> "Even if Leon Lake succeeds, the Foundation won't be able to cover this up. The scale of the disaster is too massive. One mutant—D-77777—took over an entire city! How many more are out there?"
Nick Fury exhaled slowly, his face grim.
He'd heard of reality-bending anomalies like SCP-3125 and SCP-3999—entities that could end the world silently, without warning.
But this…
This was different.
SCP-3396 didn't destroy with explosions or screams.
It simply existed.
It gazed down upon the Earth in silence, radiating its pale blue light—
and civilization began to collapse.
It wasn't fast.
It wasn't loud.
It was gradual.
And utterly hopeless.
A deep sense of helplessness settled in Fury's chest as he looked at the screen.
Come on, Leon… pull off a miracle.
---
Site-67 – Dr. Clef's Office
As Clef stared at the inferno, his assistant, Adams, approached quietly.
> "Doctor, O5-12 is here to see you."
Without turning his head, Clef muttered, "Tell him to leave."
> "Understood," Adams replied—and walked straight to the door in her high heels.
Clef glared, but she ignored it.
The flames outside continued to rise.
A part of him wanted to leave—to take action, to fix something, anything.
But that part of him had long since given up.
The door opened.
A man stepped in—O5-12, and strangely, he was alone.
Clef didn't even look up.
> "What the hell do you want?"
O5-12's voice was calm.
> "Is that how you greet every O5, Doctor?"
Clef turned—and froze for a moment. His eyes narrowed.
> "…You."
A smirk.
> "Told them you'd recognize me. No one listened—especially after I got promoted."
Clef's lip curled in disgust.
> "I'd say it's good to see you, but that'd be a lie."
Even through the screen, the audience could feel Clef's contempt.
As expected of one of the Four Doctors of the Apocalypse, he was cool even in front of an Overseer.
---
> "I won't waste your time," said Twelve. "The Council has issued its final orders."
Clef blinked.
> "Wait—what? Don't tell me Leon failed?"
> "We never thought he'd succeed," Twelve replied flatly. "A mortal ascending to godhood? The odds are infinitesimal."
He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it over.
Clef read it—and his stomach twisted into knots.
A list.
A list of names.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha's eyes widened.
> "Wait… is that the same list? The one from before?"
Nick Fury's face darkened.
Even he had to admit—Clef was the perfect executioner for the job.
But why now?
Why purge the Foundation's own core staff when the world was falling apart?
---
> "Looks like you really expect me to do this," Clef said bitterly.
"You will," Twelve replied. "You know I wouldn't come to you unless it was absolutely necessary."
Clef laughed harshly.
> "Bullshit. You and the O5s are cornered. You're going to wipe your own people and reboot the damn world."
He waved the paper in front of Twelve.
> "This is a list of the Foundation's top personnel. If I kill them all, the Foundation collapses—and you know it."
Twelve shrugged.
> "No O5s on the list. Well… most of them, anyway."
> "F*** the O5s," Clef snarled. "And f*** you. You're really going to activate that goddamn SCP-2000."
Twelve's smile was both bitter and hollow.
> "If Leon fails… then yes."
The screen faded to black.
---
The livestream audience fell silent, hearts heavy.
And then, one by one, messages appeared on the scrolling chat:
> "Leon Lake… please don't fail."
"You're our last hope."
"If he fails, the world's done."
The light returned.
Leon Lake appeared on screen.
---
The Ascension Site
When Leon first stepped into Death Valley, he'd vanished from sight.
Now, he stood in a space beyond comprehension.
Here, dimensions blurred.
Blue light filled every corner, wrapping the world like flowing clouds.
Above him hung countless glowing spheres—
each pulsing like a heartbeat, weaving a shimmering net across the horizon.
It looked like a second moon.
The light moved with rhythm—alive, aware.
And even before the Foundation confirmed it, everyone watching already knew.
> "That's SCP-3396."
"Oh my god—it's beautiful."
"It doesn't even look real."
"So this is what Leon came for—to touch it!"
---
Kamar-Taj
The moment the Ancient One saw SCP-3396's true form, her breath caught in her throat.
Her pulse quickened; a chill raced through her veins.
Her eyes trembled with disbelief.
In her sight, SCP-3396 wasn't a creature—it was a concept.
A storm of countless thaumaturgical particles—
the living essence of magic itself.
It wasn't a god.
It was the law that allowed gods to exist.
> "This… this is the road to godhood," she whispered.
"Humans… can truly become gods through it."
---
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Professor X stared at the screen in shock.
The moment that ethereal blue light appeared, he felt the X-gene within him resonate.
Every cell in his body cried out, yearning for that power.
> "If something like this ever came to Earth…"
He paused, his voice trembling.
"…it could evolve every mutant—and destroy humanity."
---
Watcher's Dimension
High above the universe, Uatu the Watcher gazed into the broadcast.
Even he was shaken.
SCP-3396 was not a god—
not like the Crimson King, nor the Cosmic Starfish, nor Death's Three Brothers.
It wasn't power. It was principle—
like gravity, or time, or fate.
> "This… feels like the law of the cosmos itself," he murmured.
And in that luminous storm, Leon Lake stood—
small, fragile, human—facing something infinite.
---
Leon looked up at the enormous being before him.
The swirling energy coalesced into a shape—a vast, slumbering beast stretched between heaven and earth.
Then, it spoke.
> "Accept me… and ascend."
Its voice was a thunderous hum, shaking souls to their core.
The livestream audience froze.
> "Did… did it just talk?"
"It's offering him godhood!"
"Holy crap—Leon's really going to do it!"
---
But then, something unexpected happened.
Leon didn't move forward.
Instead, he stepped back.
???
Confusion swept across every face.
Wasn't this why he came—to gain the power to end the crisis?
Even SCP-3396 seemed puzzled.
The thaumaturgic particles around it flickered uncertainly.
Leon looked up, his expression calm, thoughtful.
He didn't see a god.
He saw a containment anomaly.
SCP-3396's voice returned—louder, echoing through the void.
> "You will awaken from the chrysalis and glimpse the self beyond the naked eye.
The serpent will shed its scales and root itself in the heavens.
When the Blue Star shines in the Father's light, the meaning of life will be revealed.
My daughter's children shall survive.
Accept me—ascend!"
Leon's gaze deepened.
He seemed to look straight through the being—straight into its core.
He did not move.
The entire scene froze in silence.
Then SCP-3396 spoke again.
> "The Great Era of Magic has come.
I grant you a glimpse of the future."
---
The livestream erupted.
> "A glimpse of the future!?"
"What does that mean!?"
Before anyone could react, Leon's surroundings began to shift.
Images flickered before his eyes—
like an endless reel of visions flashing by.
> [In the secular year 44,211 (2018), humanity and the Fae became one again.]
[Magic surged across the plains of life.]
[The ancient veil soaked in our blood was torn away.]
[The jailers, the book burners, the cupbearers, even the foolish FBI—all were swept aside.]
[Even if clouds cover the sun, the thunder will still strike—for only a moment.]
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