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Tokyo Emergency Room
Dr. Yamamoto was filling out paperwork to officially call time of death on a patient who'd been trampled in the evacuation, a young salaryman dead nearly an hour. The family waited outside in the hallway, their grief palpable.
His pen paused mid-signature as the body pulsed with violet light.
A cocoon formed in seconds, wrapping the corpse in gentle darkness. Inside, impossible things happened at the cellular level: cells restarting like engines switched back on, blood flowing again through repaired vessels, a heart finding its rhythm like a drum remembering its beat.
The cocoon shattered with a sound like glass breaking, and the salaryman gasped while his eyes flew open.
His chest heaved as air rushed into lungs that had been still, and his hands flew to his body, checking for wounds that were no longer there.
"I... I am awake?" he whispered in Japanese, his voice shaking. "I remember dying. The crowd pressing in, and then... nothing!"
Dr. Yamamoto stared while his medical training warred with the evidence before his eyes. "This is happening again. First New York with 1200 people, and now... how many this time? How many across the world?"
Outside, his family heard the commotion and burst through the door. They found their son, their brother, their husband alive and whole, and the reunion was loud and chaotic and beautiful in ways that made Dr. Yamamoto's eyes sting despite his professionalism.
Mumbai, Collapsed Building
The rescue workers had given up on the woman trapped under concrete hours ago, their resources stretched too thin. She'd been dead since the Sentinel's rampage began, her body broken beyond any hope.
Violet light pulsed through the rubble like a heartbeat made visible, and the rescue workers stumbled backward in shock.
The cocoon formed around her mangled corpse beneath tons of concrete, and inside bones that had shattered reformed, organs rebuilt themselves cell by cell and flesh stitched back together seamlessly.
When the cocoon broke, she stood despite the rubble, and the concrete itself seemed to shift to make room for her emergence.
"How...?" She looked at her hands, at her body, at the rubble that had been her tomb. "I was at peace. And now I'm... I'm here?"
Krish appeared beside her through the debris, his expression carrying wonder. "Someone brought you back and decided death wasn't the end."
The woman touched her face, her arms, her chest, verifying that she was real and whole and alive. "But I was ready. I'd made peace with it. Does that mean... am I supposed to be here?"
Krish had no answer for that question, and judging by the woman's expression, neither did she.
Paris Hospital Morgue
The morgue attendant, a tired man named Philippe who'd worked graveyard shifts for fifteen years, nearly suffered a heart attack when the body bags started glowing through the metal drawers.
One by one, cocoons formed around corpses.
Heroes who'd fallen fighting Sentinels, civilians caught in crossfire and first responders killed while evacuating others.
All of them stirred, broke free from their cocoons.
All of them lived again.
The morgue, designed for quiet storage of the dead, erupted into chaos as hundreds of resurrected people tried to make sense of what had happened.
"What's happening?! Where am I?!"
"I was dead! I remember the pain!"
"Mon Dieu, this can't be real!"
Philippe, practical man that he was, immediately called for security, medical staff, psychiatric evaluation, and possibly an exorcist, in that order.
Xavier's School, Medical Wing
Hank McCoy was checking Magneto's vitals when the body on the next bed pulsed with violet light.
Mortimer Toynbee, better known as Toad, who'd been pronounced dead three hours ago after succumbing to injuries from the submarine trap. The Brotherhood member had died quietly, alone except for medical monitors.
The cocoon formed and shattered in seconds, and Toad sat up gasping like he'd surfaced from drowning.
"Beast?" Toad's voice was hoarse. "What... where am I?"
Hank's medical mind tried to process the impossibility. "You were dead, Mortimer. And now you're not! This is... well, I guess it is possible now that it's happening for the second time."
Around the infirmary, similar resurrections occurred with Brotherhood members who'd succumbed to their injuries beginning to stir.
Xavier felt each mind return through his telepathy, felt the confused joy of consciousness restored mixed with the lingering trauma of remembered death.
"First Jay and now Domino," he whispered. "Those two did the impossible again."
Peter Parker's Bedroom, Queens
Peter sat on his bed with slight injuries, Gwen beside him, both of them watching the broadcast on his laptop.
Every resurrection shown on screen made Peter's chest tighten with emotion he couldn't quite name.
"He's doing it again," Peter whispered, his voice shaking. "Jay's bringing people back from the dead. Again. Just like after the Chitauri invasion, but this time it's thousands, maybe tens of thousands, and he's not even the one doing it directly."
Gwen's hand found his and squeezed tight. "The golden rain, the temporary powers that saved us, and now this mass resurrection... it's all connected somehow. Jay orchestrated all of it, didn't he?"
Stark Villa, LA
Tony Stark stood in his workshop surrounded by holographic displays showing resurrection events from every corner of the globe, and his genius mind tried desperately to quantify what he was witnessing.
"JARVIS, run the numbers again. How many confirmed resurrections so far?"
"Current estimates suggest approximately 41,000 individuals across 127 countries, sir," the AI responded. "The number continues to climb as reports come in from more remote locations."
Tony's hands trembled slightly as he reached for his whiskey glass. "41000? She's bringing back 41,000 people from the dead using a stone I've never even heard of. On top of that Jay's broadcasting it live to the entire planet." He took a long drink. "Jarvis, I think I'm having a stroke."
"Shall I alert medical services, sir?"
"It's called sarcasm, JARVIS."
SHIELD Safehouse, Temporary Command Center
Director Nick Fury watched the global resurrection with his single eye while his fingers drummed against the armrest of his command chair.
"How many agents did we lose today?" His voice carried the weight of command.
Agent Simmons checked her tablet with shaking hands. "One thousand and seventy-three confirmed KIA, Director. And... and thirty-one of them just came back. They're checking in now."
Fury's expression shifted, remembering when this happened before. "Get them medical and psychological evaluation immediately. Anyone who remembers dying is going to need serious counseling. Follow the protocols from the previous incident, and since Jay wasn't the one resurrecting them this time, I want to know if there are any side effects we haven't identified yet."
Across the Globe
In London, an elderly woman who'd been trampled during evacuation woke surrounded by her family, and her first words were asking if the children she'd tried to shield had survived.
In Cairo, a hero who'd taken a Sentinel blast meant for schoolchildren gasped back to life, and immediately asked if his sacrifice had been enough, if the children had escaped.
In São Paulo, a firefighter who'd been crushed by debris while pulling people from a burning building found himself whole again, and wept when he learned everyone he'd saved was still alive.
In Moscow, a soldier killed defending civilians opened his eyes in the morgue and immediately tried to return to his post before being restrained by shocked medical staff.
Everywhere, the pattern repeated: death reversed and loss undone, grief transformed into impossible joy mixed with lingering trauma.
Within minutes of the broadcast ending, every platform crashed under the weight of simultaneous global activity.
Twitter's trending topics were dominated:
#ConsortOfTheLightbringer (89 million tweets)
#LadyLuck (67 million tweets)
#WeaverOfDestiny (54 million tweets)
#DominoTheSaint (43 million tweets)
#GaeaTheProtector (38 million tweets)
One post on r/worldnews had 23 million upvotes within an hour:
"Can we talk about how Domino just resurrected 47,000 people on live television while her boyfriend watched? That's the most metal thing I've ever seen. Also she's hot. Also I think I'm in a cult now."
The comments section exploded:
"The Lightbringer's Consort! Lady Luck who weaves the threads of destiny! She literally manipulated probability and life to bring back the dead! If that's not divine power, I don't know what is!"
"Forget the Lightbringer for a second. Gaea our mother earth just answered to her children's plea. When's the last time a deity did something like that? Heck, is Thor even comparable to Gaea?"
"The Lifeguard gave up her powers so everyone else could be heroes. That's literally Christ-level sacrifice. She's a saint. Full stop."
"Jay talked to GAEA. He NEGOTIATED with an Elder God on our behalf. That conversation is going in the scriptures for sure."
A theology professor was breaking down how the surge in faith works: "Tens of millions of people now genuinely believe Jay is divine. We're watching a mortal ascend to godhood in real-time."
Another expert analyzed the implications: "Gaea knowingly pissed off Gods of Death, to protect mortal humans. She basically said 'you can have my children when they die naturally, but I refuse to give them up to violence.' That's the most badass thing a God has ever done."
YagFoOad and many more influencers were reacting to it live and giving their opinions.
As clips of Domino's quantum strings spreading across Earth set to dramatic music, titled: "The Weaver of Destiny Reverses Death Itself (41,000 souls restored)"
Church of the Lightbringer, Emergency Service
Father Michael stood before an overflow crowd that spilled out into the streets, thousands gathering within an hour of the broadcast ending.
"Brothers and sisters!" His voice boomed through speakers. "We have witnessed not one but THREE miracles today! The golden rain of temporary divinity granted by Mother Gaea herself at the Lightbringer's request! The sacrifice of the blessed Lifeguard, who gave her divinity so that all humanity might fight back! And the resurrection of 41,000 souls by the Consort of the Lightbringer, Lady Luck, the Weaver of Destiny!"
The crowd roared approval.
"The Lightbringer asked Saint Heather to sacrifice her powers!" Father Michael continued, his fervor building. "And she did! Truly fitting her Blessed name of Lifeguard. But our Lightbringer is kind, he gave her the Golden Angelic form we now see. That conversation will be recorded in our sacred texts, a testament to his divine wisdom and compassion!"
Someone in the crowd shouted: "What about Gaea? Shouldn't we thank her too?"
Father Michael's expression shifted to something reverent. " Yes! Absolutely yes! He negotiated with an Elder God on our behalf, convinced her to risk the wrath of Death itself for mortal lives! Mother Gaea deserves our eternal gratitude for placing such high value on mortal life!"
The crowd's cheers grew louder.
"And the blessed Lifeguard!" Father Michael's voice carried across the gathering. "But our Lightbringer is kind, he gave her the Golden Angelic form we now see, so that such a valiant heroine might continue the good work she was about prior to giving up so great a gift for the sake of all mankind!. That conversation will be recorded in our sacred texts, a testament to his divine wisdom and compassion! Blessed be the Lifeguard, by the power and wisdom of the Lightbringer, amen!"
"AMEN!" the crowd responded as one.
"And let us not forget Lady Luck, the Consort of the Lightbringer, who wields threads of reality like the very strings of fate! She who stands beside our savior, she who resurrects the dead with her crimson weaving, she who proves that the Lightbringer chooses his companions with divine wisdom! Blessed be the Weaver of Destiny!"
The crowd's response was deafening.
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