The silence that followed Silvanna's confession hung in the air like a heavy fog. The Avengers were still seated around the table, their minds struggling to process what they had just learned — about the created sisters, about the ancient beings, and about the unknown force behind them all.
Then, without warning, the air shimmered.
A burst of golden light flickered in the center of the room, spiraling upward in gentle, rhythmic waves. The Avengers instinctively stood on alert — Thor reaching for Mjolnir, Natasha's hands going for her holsters, Tony's suit lighting up at the shoulders.
But instead of a threat, a small, glowing figure drifted into view.
The being was barely the size of a human hand — a tiny woman with iridescent wings like fragments of starlight and hair that shone like moonlit silver. Her aura was soft yet ancient, carrying the calm of a thousand lifetimes. She hovered above the table, her presence commanding yet gentle.
"Peace, mighty ones," the fairy said, her voice ringing clear as a bell. "I am Lala — messenger of the Old Light."
Tony blinked, armor still half-activated. "We're seriously getting a fairy now? Great. Next we'll have talking dragons."
Thor raised a brow. "She carries no malice, Stark. I can feel it. Her power hums like the World Tree."
Lala smiled faintly. "That's because I was born before your tree, Thunder God."
The Avengers glanced at one another — even Silvanna looked mildly surprised.
Lala turned to her. "You have already revealed the truth of your birth, Silvanna of Crimson Veins. That is why I have come. It is time someone told you — and the rest of them — about the one who made you all."
The room went still again.
"The one who created us?" Silvanna repeated quietly.
"Yes," Lala said, her wings glowing softly. "The one who gave life to Ruka, Hikaru Hikari, Doran, Rebecca, and you — the one you called the creator."
Black Widow frowned. "And who exactly is that?"
Lala drifted lower, her expression solemn. "She was… a priestess. From a place beyond all mortal comprehension — a realm that exists before time, before dimensions, before the first breath of creation. No name of hers survives, but she was not a god, nor a monster. She was something in between — a caretaker of balance."
Tony folded his arms. "A caretaker, huh? And yet she created beings who could erase universes? Doesn't sound all that 'balanced.'"
Lala turned toward him, eyes shimmering like galaxies. "You misunderstand, Man of Iron. The priestess was not cruel. Every creation of hers was given purpose, not chaos."
Captain America spoke up, steady and grounded as always. "Then tell us what those purposes were."
Lala nodded. "Very well."
Her wings beat once, and a small illusion formed in the air — five orbs, glowing in different colors: white, gold, violet, crimson, and black.
"The first she created," Lala began, "was Hikaru Hikari. Two bodies, one soul. They were made to hold creation itself. Inside their twin forms, every universe that ever existed — and every universe yet to be born — resides. The priestess made them to ensure that existence would never crumble. They are the vaults of infinity."
Doctor Strange leaned forward, his eyes wide. "They… contain universes?"
Lala nodded. "Each heartbeat of theirs births a new reality. Each breath maintains the balance of all that is."
She raised another orb — one glowing deep scarlet. "Then came Ruka. The destroyer, but not of cruelty. Ruka's role was to end what could no longer endure — to erase universes that had reached their destined end. She is not chaos. She is mercy. For when existence becomes too corrupted to heal, Ruka ends it — cleanly."
Even Thor grew silent, his hand tightening on Mjolnir.
"And what of Doran?" Natasha asked.
Lala's face dimmed, her tone growing quieter. "Doran was… different. Doran was created without task or chain. The priestess believed there must be one being that was free — untouched by destiny. Doran was given no role, no law, no limit. And in that freedom… came something the priestess never foresaw."
Tony frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lala's wings flickered, scattering motes of gold across the table. "Doran became the architect of power itself. While Ruka ended universes and Hikaru Hikari carried them, Doran created. He built worlds, beings, and energies — life beyond the priestess's design."
She lifted her hand again, and countless glowing silhouettes filled the air — thousands of forms rising like starlit dust.
"Doran created one hundred beings," Lala continued, "and named them not by name, but by level. From Level One to Level One Hundred. Each one bore a fragment of his strength."
Vanessa leaned forward, wide-eyed. "What do you mean by level?"
Lala looked at her kindly. "Level One possessed one percent of Doran's power. Level Two held two percent… and so forth, until Level One Hundred carried all of Doran's might in full."
Tony whistled low. "So you're telling me this Level One Hundred could literally be Doran."
"Yes," Lala said simply.
Bruce adjusted his glasses, still stunned. "Then… what about the others? The lower levels?"
Lala's eyes turned distant, almost mournful. "Even Level One, the weakest of Doran's creations, was far stronger than your Rebecca. Far beyond gods, beyond cosmic beings. Imagine the weakest of one hundred being able to erase galaxies with a glance. That was Level One."
The room went deathly quiet again.
Silvanna stared at Lala, her mind struggling to absorb the scale of what she was hearing. "Then… if even Level One surpasses Rebecca…"
"Then what does that make Doran?" Thor finished grimly.
Lala hovered closer to Silvanna, the light of her wings brushing against her shoulder. "It makes Doran the pinnacle. The embodiment of existence's will to expand — while Ruka was its will to end."
Captain America, still processing, asked quietly, "And the priestess? If she made all of this… where is she now?"
Lala looked down, wings dimming. "Gone. Or perhaps resting. Her duty was never to rule, only to create balance. But she knew her creations would one day act beyond her control — that even perfection carries chaos inside it."
Her voice softened. "You see, Silvanna, Rebecca, Ruka, Hikaru Hikari, and Doran are not accidents. You were not mistakes. You are echoes of her will — the forces that keep existence from collapsing. You were made to remember that life, death, creation, and destruction must all coexist."
For once, Silvanna looked truly speechless.
Lala smiled faintly, floating toward Vanessa. "And you, child of Rebecca, carry a spark of all five within you — even if you do not yet feel it."
Vanessa blinked, stunned. "Me?"
"Yes," Lala said softly. "The priestess never made anything without reason. One day, that reason will find you."
The fairy turned to the Avengers, her glow beginning to fade. "The truth is now told. Be wary, heroes. The balance that has slept for eons is stirring again. Doran's creations are not all gone — and some have begun to wake."
Tony frowned. "Wake? As in—?"
But before he could finish, the fairy's light scattered into a million tiny sparks, dissolving like golden dust across the air.
And when the last shimmer vanished, only silence remained.
The Avengers stood frozen, absorbing everything that had been said.
Thor broke it with a quiet murmur. "Then the dawn of gods was only a shadow of what came before."
Silvanna's eyes darkened, her voice barely above a whisper. "And if Lala is right… we might be running out of time before what came before returns."