The rift above blazed like a second sun, jagged edges pulsing with violet fire. Its energy rippled across the multiverse, calling the most dangerous beings from both worlds.
From the shadows of space, Darkseid descended first, eyes glowing with the Anti-Life Equation. His Parademon army spread across the skies like a black storm. On the opposite side, Thanos appeared, the Infinity Gauntlet gleaming, each stone radiating power that bent reality itself.
On Earth, heroes paused at the magnitude of the threat. Thor's lightning clashed with Superman's heat vision, Hulk braced against Doomsday, but now even their strength felt small.
Wonder Woman tightened her grip on the sword and shield, eyeing Storm as a tentative ally against Darkseid's minions. Batman calculated rapidly, knowing that brute force alone wouldn't be enough this time. He sent signals to Iron Man and Captain America: "Contain what we can. Save civilians. We can't win by strength alone."
In the sky, Flash and Quicksilver darted around each other, but the speedsters were no match for the reality-bending power radiating from the rift. Doctor Strange formed shimmering portals to redirect the cosmic energy, though every spell strained him.
Loki, grinning atop a rooftop, whispered incantations, fanning chaos with a mix of mischief and cunning. Deadpool laughed, slicing through a squadron of Parademons, oblivious to the cosmic threat looming behind him.
High above, the ground shook as Hela emerged, summoning undead warriors that clashed with Wonder Woman and Valkyrie in midair. Namor and Aquaman directed tidal waves at Thanos' approaching army, but every attack seemed almost futile against such power.
The first true cosmic-level fight had begun. It was no longer just heroes defending Earth—it was two universes colliding, gods and titans testing the limits of mortals and legends alike.
The war had escalated beyond cities and countries. It had become a war for the multiverse itself.