The sky thundered with the deafening roar of blows. Chromastone struggled to stay on his feet, his body trembling with every impact he took.
Terrax struck relentlessly, his axe slicing through the air with the strength to cleave mountains.
The alien blocked some attacks, dodged others, but each movement grew clumsier than the last. His reflexes didn't falter from lack of skill, but from the invisible pain tearing through him from within.
Every time he raised an arm to shield himself, a foreign scream echoed in his mind. Every step he took backward was accompanied by visions of ravaged worlds, entire towns turned to dust.
The souls he had absorbed were fighting inside him, screaming in pain, begging for vengeance.
His senses were overwhelmed: flashes of fleeing children, the cries of mourning mothers, the hatred of fallen warriors. All at once.
Terrax advanced calmly, confident in his dominance. His eyes glimmered with malice as every strike sent the stone-skinned defender crashing to the ground or stumbling back several meters.
–You're far more fragile than you appear, –Terrax growled, spinning his axe with lethal precision.– Your body may be strong… but your mind is about to shatter.
Chromastone tried to fire a burst of cosmic energy, but the beam wavered, unstable, weakened by the chaos in his head.
Terrax intercepted it with a wall of stone erupting from the ground, dispersing the attack effortlessly. He leapt forward with brutal force, slamming a stone-enforced fist into the alien's torso, sending him sprawling across the battlefield. The ground shook with the impact.
–Do you hear their screams? –Terrax said, walking slowly toward his fallen foe.– Every soul crying out inside you is a testament to my work. Every voice tormenting you is a monument to my ambition.
Chromastone struggled to rise, but Terrax kicked him hard in the abdomen, cracking his natural armor slightly.
–Long ago, I served a being many call a god, –Terrax continued, his voice low and cold.– Galactus. The Devourer of Worlds. But servitude was never enough. Why kneel… when I could rule?
The warrior tried again to stand, his hands glowing as he attempted to channel energy, but another crushing blow stopped him cold.
Terrax grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground with one hand.
–For millennia, I've harvested power, –Terrax said, his voice now low and dangerous.– Every world I razed, every life I claimed, was not for vanity… but for strength. I took what Galactus gave me, I nurtured it, I perfected it. His gifts became mine… and I forged them into something greater.
Chromastone struggled, clawing at Terrax's grip, but the Destroyer held him effortlessly, his eyes glowing with satisfaction.
–Now I wield the power of a thousand civilizations, and with every day, I draw closer to my goal: to claim the head of the one I once called master. And now… –Terrax leaned closer, studying his captive like a rare specimen.– Now I have something better. A subject. A conduit. Someone who can channel cosmic energy without disintegrating. With your body, with your gift, I could shorten my path. Perhaps with your help, Galactus will fall sooner than I ever dreamed.
His axe glimmered faintly behind him as he held the young alien high by the neck, examining him with cruel fascination.
–You are the key, creature, –Terrax sneered.– And I will use you… even if you have to hear every scream from every soul I've devoured, until your mind breaks.
Chromastone gritted his teeth, his multicolored light flickering wildly.
Every breath was a monumental effort. The voices in his head grew louder, screaming in unison, drowning out all thought.
The ground beneath them trembled, resonating with the power surrounding them, but Terrax stood firm, reveling in his control.
A burst of lightning lit up the sky, thunder cracking as if the heavens themselves were splitting apart.
Still gripping Chromastone's neck, Terrax barely turned his head—just in time to be struck by Mjolnir.
The blow hurled him several meters back, slamming him into a wall of rubble that collapsed under the force.
Thor landed in a storm of sparks, his cape billowing, the tempest following him like an extension of his fury. He bent briefly toward Chromastone, helping him to his feet while holding the hammer high.
–You've fought well, warrior, –Thor said gravely, his eyes fixed on the enemy who was already rising from the debris unharmed.– But this is not a foe you must face alone. Regain your strength. I will handle him.
Chromastone gave a shaky nod. The voices still tore at his mind, but the thunder god's presence brought him a moment of reprieve.
Without hesitation, Thor charged forward, Mjolnir ready.
Terrax emerged from the wreckage, sneering, his axe glowing faintly with cosmic power.
–Ah, Odinson, –he growled, resting the weapon on his shoulder.– The heir of Asgard. How fitting… another so-called god who thinks he can stop me.
Thor twirled his hammer, the skies answering with a deafening roar.–I do not aspire to godhood, –he replied firmly, his voice rumbling like thunder.– I am a god.
The thunderer charged, and the clash was devastating. Every strike of Mjolnir carried the force of a thousand storms, each blow shaking the ground.
Terrax countered with his axe, each swing powered by the cosmic energy flowing through him. For a moment, they seemed evenly matched: Asgard's fury against the Devourer's legacy.
Then Terrax unleashed a flash of cosmic energy, a purple beam slamming into Thor, hurling him through several ruined buildings.
The god of thunder rolled across the ground, rising with difficulty, smoke still rising from his armor. Terrax smirked.
–You don't even understand your own divinity. Odin has grown soft. His other successor was not like this… I still remember him, wielding death as a weapon… a worthy foe. Unlike you.
Before he could advance, a guttural roar echoed, shaking even Terrax's focus.
A green titan slammed into the ground before him, cracking the earth. Hulk, muscles bulging and eyes blazing with rage, smashed his fists together, the shockwave vibrating the air.
–The mutant abomination, –Terrax muttered with amusement.– The energy your soul will give me will surpass that of a dozen worlds. I crave tearing it from your lifeless body.
Hulk didn't wait for an invitation. He leapt forward in a colossal bound, his fist smashing into Terrax's chest and sending him flying backward. The ground quaked as if struck by an earthquake.
Thor reappeared, wreathed in lightning, hurling Mjolnir straight at Terrax's head. The Destroyer barely blocked with his axe's handle.
The battle turned chaotic. Hulk and Thor struck from two sides—one with raw, brutal strength, the other with divine precision.
Terrax staggered, his feet sinking into the ground, but far from overwhelmed, he seemed exhilarated. Each motion raised walls of stone, hurling slabs of earth infused with cosmic power to gain space.
Thor dodged and retaliated with bolts of lightning, while Hulk ripped entire columns from the ground and hurled them like twigs.
Terrax absorbed blows, blocked others, all the while studying his foes as though this was a game of strategy.
Finally, the Destroyer had enough.
–Enough! –he roared, slamming his axe into the ground. Cosmic energy surged outward in a shockwave, leveling nearby buildings and sending Thor and Hulk flying back. Still, they rose instantly, their gazes locked on him.
For the first time, Terrax didn't move to attack. He stood still, breathing steadily, his smile gone, replaced by a serious expression.
–I underestimated you, –he muttered.– Two champions who can force me to retreat. It's been long since I faced such a challenge. Even with half my energy stolen, your feat is… commendable.
Thor spat blood, raising his hammer.–Praise from a monster is nothing but empty words. Your reign of terror ends here.
Hulk growled, pounding his chest as he advanced fearlessly.–HULK SMASH UGLY FACE!
The battle erupted again with even greater fury. Terrax's axe blazed with cosmic energy, enveloping him like living armor.
Thor struck with lightning that shook the skies, while Hulk charged with unmatched rage.
For the first time since the invasion began, the titan seemed truly forced to fight at his full strength.
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Inside his mind, the world was an endless abyss, painted in shadows and echoes that seemed to stretch on forever.
A young boy stood barely upright, his breath trembling, as the pain of countless voices cut through him like invisible blades.
The screams never stopped. They were an endless chorus, pleas for help, curses, and sobs that tore at his soul.He could feel every death as if it were his own, every torture, every injustice committed by the hands of the Destroyer weighed heavy on his chest, as if his heart couldn't bear so much suffering at once.
He took a step forward. The ground beneath his feet felt like liquid, thick, as though he were walking on a sea of bloodstained tears.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to find the source of all that pain, trying to separate the echoes from reality.
And then he saw it—a small figure in the distance, sitting, hunched over itself.
It was a child.
Its silhouette barely visible in the gloom, a faint glow of light surrounding it.
The boy took a deep breath, summoning what little courage he had left, and began walking toward him.
—Hey… his voice was weak but steady. Are you okay?
There was no reply. The child remained motionless, and the pain surrounding him seemed to concentrate on him.
Each step closer struck his soul like a hammer. He saw flashes of burning worlds, civilizations crushed beneath a titanic hand.He saw eyes filled with terror, lifeless bodies, hands outstretched, begging for help that never came.Every movement cut through him, but he didn't stop.
—It's okay… you're safe… he murmured, trying to keep his voice calm, even as every fiber of his being wanted to collapse.
Finally, when he was only a few steps away, the child lifted his head.
And then his face began to change. Fear turned to anger, then to despair, then to sorrow.His features were a whirlwind of emotions, and with each shift, his voice multiplied: a weeping woman, a cursing warrior, an old man begging for mercy.
—We… all the voices spoke at once, echoing through his mind. We are his pain. His ambition killed us. His hands tore away our peace. Our worlds… our children… our bodies… all became his trophies.
The boy instinctively took a step back, but he took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay put.
—I know… he said, swallowing hard, his voice cracking but sincere. I know…
The child screamed, and the voices became deafening. His face changed once again, and this time he spoke with a cold, accusatory tone.
—And you… we see through you… you crave power… to be just like him… and the slaughter will continue… more bodies piled high to glorify your killings… just like him.
The words cut him like a blade, but the boy shook his head fiercely, his eyes filled with determination.
—No! he cried, taking another step forward as the pain grew sharper, each movement a torrent of foreign suffering. I don't want that power! I just want to help… to inspire people to be better… I want to bring them peace!
He stepped closer, his legs trembling. The voices screamed louder, the emotions struck him like blows: a father's last breath, a daughter's cry, the hatred of those who died without justice.
It was unbearable. But he kept walking.
—I'm… I'm here for you, he said, his voice steady despite the tears now welling in his eyes. For all of you. No one deserves this torment. You don't deserve to be trapped here.
The child stared at him blankly, his dark eyes reflecting an endless void.
The boy slowly reached out his arms, and when he was close enough, he wrapped them around the child, pulling him into a tight embrace.
The child froze. The voices turned into a confused murmur, as if unsure how to respond to such a gesture. The boy held him tighter, eyes closed.
In his mind, he remembered the past—an old man, with trembling hands, had once held him close, comforting a child who cried over the cruelty of his pain.
He remembered his words.
—Everything's going to be okay, he whispered now, his own voice trembling but full of conviction. Because I'm here now. Things will get better. But you have to have faith… and if you can't… I'll have it for you.
The voices began to quiet, though the pain lingered. The boy lifted his head, staring past the child into the darkness that surrounded them.
—I need your help, he said firmly. Help me stop him. Help me make sure no other world has to endure this.
For a moment, silence fell over the place. The child stared at him, his face shifting through every emotion of the trapped souls: rage, sorrow, fear, hope. His eyes glimmered faintly, like a spark.
And then, suddenly, everything trembled again.
The boy tightened his embrace, refusing to let go, even as the pain tore him apart. The darkness around them shifted, the voices whispered, judged… but they also listened.
The abyss surrounding him was still a sea of suffering… but now there was a spark of light, faint, flickering—like a promise.
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At the edge of the combat zone, Captain America, Hawkeye, and Black Widow held the perimeter, making sure no Chitauri or debris reached the evacuated officers.
The three stopped near Chromastone's body, which stood motionless, framed by the ruins of a collapsed wall.
—You alright, kid? Steve asked, his shield still raised in guard.
The alien didn't respond. His single green eye was dim, lifeless, and his body—stone-like, covered in violet spikes—remained upright, though his presence was unsettling.
Natasha frowned, cautiously stepping closer.
—He doesn't even seem to be here… she murmured.
Clint tilted his head, an arrow already nocked and ready.
—You think he got hit too hard? Maybe he's got some kind of… stoner's concussion or something.
Cap reached out a hand, trying to get his attention.
—Kid, can you hear us?
But there was no answer. The alien stood frozen, like a living statue, his eye locked on the horizon, though he didn't seem to be seeing anything in front of him.
Suddenly, a sharp beep rang through their comms.
—Listen up, Avengers! Nick Fury's voice thundered urgently. We've got a nuclear missile inbound. Estimated impact in less than five minutes.
Silence fell for a moment.
—What the hell did you just say? Barton growled.
—Direct order from the higher-ups, Fury shot back, his tone laced with frustration. Same old crap: "If you can't stop those bastards, we will." But if you're still there when it hits, there won't be anything left to save. Get out. Now.
The channel abruptly cut out. The three Avengers exchanged serious looks, Steve clenching his jaw while Natasha lowered her gaze, processing the information. Clint broke the silence:
—Great… so how do we deal with a nuke? Shoot it with an arrow?
Steve exhaled, trying to form a plan in his head. But before he could say anything, he noticed something odd.
—Where is he? he suddenly asked, turning to where Chromastone had been.
Shock set in immediately. Where the alien had stood, there was now nothing—just dust and rubble. Natasha raised her gun, spinning around in alert.
—I didn't see him move…
—Me neither, Barton replied, drawing his bowstring tight.
Steve's frown deepened as he scanned the area with trained eyes.
—Where the hell did he go?
The distant roar of Hulk, followed by the crash of another cosmic explosion, echoed through the streets, reminding them that the battle was far from over.
And somewhere, between the chaos and the incoming missile, Chromastone had vanished without a trace
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The ground shook with each thunderous blow as Terrax unleashed his full power on Thor and Hulk, every strike echoing through the devastated city.
Thor, Mjolnir held high, hurled bolts of lightning that made the earth tremble, while Hulk roared, charging at the cosmic colossus with unstoppable fury.
But Terrax, though wounded, stood firm, his body radiating cosmic energy with every move.
—You're strong, mortals…! roared Terrax, blocking Thor's hammer with a single arm as he swatted Hulk aside with a devastating blow. But you are nothing more than flesh and bone before the power of a true god.
A sudden beam of repulsor energy cut him off, striking him directly in an open wound on his torso. Terrax snarled, staggering back.
—Say cheese! Iron Man came hurtling in at full speed, unleashing a barrage of guided missiles that exploded around Terrax, forcing the Destroyer to retreat.
The cosmic titan raised his axe, swinging to slice the Avenger out of the sky, but another blast of concentrated energy made him falter.
Iron Man circled him like a red-and-gold streak, keeping up the pressure, forcing Terrax to divide his focus.
—Come on, guys, do something, hit him with a chair, anything—just do it while he's distracted! Tony shouted, dodging a massive boulder Terrax had ripped from the ground.
Thor seized the opening, hurling Mjolnir with a brutal strike that sent their enemy reeling.
Hulk charged again, slamming Terrax into the rubble with a roar that echoed through the battlefield. Yet even wounded, Terrax endured, his body emanating a dark energy that forced them back.
The air grew heavy, thick with oppressive energy as Terrax, enraged by the fight, raised his cosmic axe. His eyes burned with a hellish glow as a roar ripped from his throat.
—ENOUGH! he bellowed, releasing a shockwave of cosmic energy that lit up the entire battlefield.
Thor barely managed to cross Mjolnir in front of him before the blast sent him flying like a projectile, crashing him into the ground and leaving a crater where he landed.
Hulk tried to resist, but the explosion hit him full force, burying him even deeper beneath the rubble.
Both titans lay dazed, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling from the impact.
Terrax's attention turned to Iron Man, barely hovering in the air.
With a flick of his free hand, the Destroyer bent gravity around Stark, slamming him into the pavement with a metallic crash. Sparks flew from his armor as Tony struggled to move an arm, but failed.
—Pathetic attempt at resistance, Terrax said, his deep, cold voice rumbling as he raised his axe, its blade glowing with raw energy.
—Let your death serve as a message to this insignificant world… a glimpse of the fate that awaits all who dare resist me.
Tony could only watch, motionless, as a sphere of cosmic power formed along the axe's edge. The energy was so immense that the air vibrated, distorting everything around them. He swallowed hard inside the helmet, feeling his own heartbeat pounding in his chest.
—Well… this is it… Pepper… Dad… I'm sorry, he murmured, closing his eyes in resignation.
A blinding flash tore through the sky. The beam shot forth with devastating force, cutting through the air like divine judgment.
But the impact never came. Tony opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see only darkness… and instead, saw a lone figure standing in front of him.
Chromastone.
The alien stood between Stark and Terrax, his stone-like body glowing with an indescribable radiance, a multicolored brilliance rippling across every violet crystal jutting from his natural armor.
The cosmic energy that should have vaporized Tony was being absorbed, channeled through Chromastone's body, which glowed as though he contained a star within him.
Terrax frowned, surprised.
—You again?
Chromastone said nothing. His single green eye blazed with light as he stood unmoving, enduring the devastating torrent. The ground beneath him cracked under the pressure of the energy, but he did not falter, his very presence radiating raw power.
Tony remained frozen, his eyes locked on that unyielding back, struggling to comprehend how he was still alive.
His breathing quickened; the only sound in his helmet was the shrill ping of warning signals. He felt powerless… yet a wave of relief washed over him—he wasn't dead. Not yet.
The beam finally ceased, leaving behind a tense silence.
Terrax lowered his weapon, staring at the young alien with a mixture of disbelief and growing fascination.
Chromastone's body still shimmered, cosmic energy coursing through him, contained by sheer willpower.
His glowing green eye turned slightly toward Stark, the rainbow light reflecting off the Avenger's battered armor. For a brief moment, Tony could have sworn the alien was looking at him with resolve, as though carrying not only the energy he had absorbed but a burden far greater.
Visibly intrigued now, Terrax sneered.
—This is the best you've got? Terrax boomed, lifting his cosmic axe and pointing it at the stone warrior. You think YOU can defeat me? Look at yourself! You're nothing but a freak of the universe, a failed experiment delivered to me to ensure my inevitable ascension!
Chromastone didn't respond right away. His green eye glimmered like a star, his silence more menacing than any threat. At last, he spoke, his deep, resonant voice echoing like a thousand voices speaking as one.
—I am no accident… and I am not alone. His light intensified, expanding outward as though the very universe answered his words. Every life you stole… every cry silenced by your greed… they're all here, with you now. They are not here to serve you, Terrax. They are here for justice.
Terrax laughed, his dark chuckle booming like thunder.
—Justice! What a pathetic word… I AM power! I AM Galactus' will made flesh! Everything exists for my use, for my pleasure! This universe has no heroes… only resources. And you, creature, are just another tool I'll use for my masterpiece.
Chromastone raised his head, his body's glow intensifying until every crack in his crystalline armor shone like rainbow lava.
—Then remember the name of this "tool." I am Legion. His voice made the earth quake. I carry the hopes and dreams of every life you destroyed… and today, we end your path of slaughter and death.
The silence that followed was brief… because the universe itself seemed to roar as the two clashed.
A god versus a legion.
Terrax swung his axe with a force strong enough to shatter moons, but Chromastone blocked it with one hand, stopping the blow as if the weapon had struck an immovable mountain.
The unleashed energy created a blinding flash and a shockwave that leveled entire buildings. Terrax staggered back, stunned, and unleashed a horizontal slash that raised a wave of rock and warped gravity. Chromastone absorbed the impact, dispersing the energy with a flick of his hand, and countered by firing a multicolored beam that sliced through the wall of stone as if it were air, striking Terrax square in the chest and sending him skidding backward several meters.
—TRASH…! growled the Destroyer in disbelief.
Chromastone didn't stop; his body glowed brighter and brighter, as if channeling the collective power of thousands of souls.
He teleported inches from Terrax and drove a punch straight into his chest, the impact producing a deafening sonic boom. The villain was sent hurtling through multiple structures, obliterating everything in his path.
Terrax snarled in rage and, desperate, swung his axe again, unleashing a storm of cosmic energy that turned the sky into a sea of violet lightning. Legion absorbed the torrent as if his body itself were a reactor, and hurled the attack back in the form of an energy explosion so intense that Terrax was forced to his knees to withstand it.
—IMPOSSIBLE!roared Terrax, his voice reverberating through the void.I AM POWER! I AM TERRA—!
Before he could finish, Chromastone appeared right in front of him in a burst of light.
With a single strike, he sent him flying toward the portal. Terrax shot through the vortex, plowing through Chitauri troops and nearby leviathans. His body streaked with light as he pierced through ships like a bullet, finally hanging suspended in the vacuum of space.
—YOU ARE NOTHING!bellowed Terrax, his voice echoing through every communication channel in the fleet, his armor gone, his body covered in bruises and bleeding wounds.YOU EXIST ONLY FOR ME! EVERYTHING EXISTS FOR ME! THE UNIVERSE BELONGS TO ME!
Chromastone emerged from the portal in the blink of an eye, teleporting in front of him, his radiance eclipsing the stars. His gaze was fixed, carrying an ancient power that wasn't his alone.
—You've made your greatest mistake, Terrax. His voice sounded like a chorus of a thousand souls speaking in unison. You thought power gave you the right to everything. You thought no one would stop you. But every path has its end… and today, yours ends here.
He placed two fingers on the Destroyer's forehead. Terrax growled and tried to resist, but his body trembled under a force even he couldn't comprehend.
—You will see the universe with new eyes, Chromastone whispered, as he began to shine with such ferocity that troops watching from their ships were forced to turn away.You will feel the weight of every life you've taken. Every planet, every scream, every tear. And when it's over… you'll never have the power to hurt anyone again.
Terrax screamed in fury, unleashing a torrent of cosmic energy that could have annihilated worlds, but Chromastone absorbed it all, as if drinking from his own well of destruction. The light in his body became blinding; currents of rainbow energy swirled around them, forming a vortex that warped space itself.
—NOOOO!Terrax roared as he felt his power draining away.
With an earth-shaking roar, Chromastone ripped the last remnants of energy from the Destroyer in a final surge.
Terrax was left floating in the void, weakened, his axe reduced to dull metal, his body stripped of cosmic strength.
For the first time in millennia, the Destroyer seemed… mortal.
Chromastone, wrapped in a divine halo of energy, held him a moment longer, his gaze cold and unwavering.
—Your "power"… your "right"… your "legacy"… all ends here.
With a final flash, the energy dissipated. Terrax floated unconscious, his presence reduced to that of a mere defeated warrior.
The silence of space was absolute as Chromastone hovered there, radiating a majestic glow that illuminated the enemy fleet, forcing them to retreat.
In that instant, the voices inside him stopped screaming. They were no longer wails, but a soft whisper of peace.
The silence after Terrax's defeat lasted only seconds.
Through the void, a bright speck approached rapidly: Iron Man, his armor battered, dragging the weight of a nuclear missile that his repulsors barely managed to hold aloft.
His voice was hoarse and ragged over the comms channel:
—This… is the plan.
Tony Stark ascended slowly, his metallic figure lit by the portal's purple glow. The missile was armed and ready to detonate. He was barely able to keep flying, every movement costing him more effort. There was no turning back.
From the skies over New York, all eyes were on him. The portal continued spewing Chitauri hordes, but the battle seemed frozen at the sight.
In a single motion, the projectile was released. The missile soared toward the enemy mothership in a flawless trajectory, while Stark, his body exhausted, continued his climb toward the portal.
Chromastone, still glowing with the energy he had absorbed, appeared in the air, carrying Terrax in one arm. With a flash of multicolored light, he teleported directly into the missile's path, dodging it by a fraction of a second as it roared past.
In the next instant, he was beside Iron Man.
—Don't be dramatic. You won't die here,he said in a deep voice as he extended his arms.
Stark, offering no resistance, was taken into Chromastone's grasp, his armor drained of power and unable to sustain flight. With a burst of energy, the two shot through the portal just as the missile struck the mothership.
On Earth's side, a blinding flash lit up the sky: the nuclear explosion tore through the enemy fleet's core, its shockwave spreading like a solar storm. The portal quaked, vibrating like a mirror about to shatter.
But inside, at the heart of the cosmic storm, Chromastone pressed on. He maneuvered precisely through drifting debris and energy bursts, carrying Stark and Terrax as the portal shuddered behind them.
The roar of the explosion pressed down on them like a constant weight, radiation and fire racing forward without mercy.
At the center of Stark Tower, suspended in a column of bluish energy, was the Tesseract. Its pulses kept the portal open, feeding the rift.
Chromastone floated before it, staring at the cube for a fraction of a second. He released those he carried, letting them float behind him. Then, he reached out.
His body glowed brighter than ever. The multicolored light surrounding him merged with the Tesseract's blue glow.
With a single motion, he grasped the cube, channeling its energy. His crystals lit like tiny suns as a wave of power rippled through the surrounding space.
The portal began to collapse.
From Earth, heroes and soldiers watched as the blue glow dimmed, the circle of energy shrinking while the nuclear firestorm closed in… and, just before the flames consumed everything, the portal snapped shut.
Then… silence followed.
New York's sky was clear, save for the remnants of battle. The Chitauri ships, severed from their link, fell from the skies uncontrolled.
High above, drifting amid the wreckage, Chromastone descended slowly, with Iron Man and Terrax floating behind him and the Tesseract secured in his hand.
His glowing green eye shone bright, a beacon of victory in the city's silence.
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Honestly, this one turned out really long. I was planning to publish it yesterday, but it just wouldn't end, haha.So today I finished it at a slower pace. I could've easily split it into two episodes, but since I'd already told you this would be the end of this "arc," I wanted it to wrap up in a single chapter.
Which aliens would you like to see as the story progresses? Which ones are you most excited or eager to see?
Hulk and Thor are extremely powerful characters, but at this point in the story, I don't think they're ready to go toe-to-toe with someone wielding true cosmic energy… yet. Someone like, for example, Silver Surfer. That's why I felt it was fitting for Terrax to be pushed to his limits—to the point where he had to use every ounce of his power just to avoid being utterly humiliated.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that you're satisfied with how it wrapped up! I'd really appreciate your feedback—let me know what you liked, what didn't quite land for you, and what you think I should tweak or improve. Your comments help me shape this story and make it even better with your input.
Lastly, I'm well aware of the questions you all have, but there are some things I just can't answer fully yet because they'd be spoilers. Remember, there are two versions of this story: one in Spanish and another in English.
Also, one thing: would you prefer that I keep the alien names as they appear in the Spanish translation, which the protagonist knows, or should I switch them to their original names?
Thank you so much for your support and your comments!
That's all for now, folks. Take care of yourselves! :)