Return of the Savior
With the castle reduced to ash and silence, Alexander raised his hand.
Golden runes unfolded.
Space bent.
The three princesses vanished in soft light—returned safely to Svartalfheim and Alfheim.
Alexander exhaled once.
Then—
He disappeared.
The Battlefield's End
When Alexander arrived at the battlefield, the war was already dying.
Asgardian banners stood tall.
Enemy forces were retreating—or surrendering.
Thor leaned on Mjolnir, panting.
"…We won?"
Loki smirked.
"No. We survived."
Alexander stepped forward.
Enemy remnants froze the moment they sensed him.
He said nothing.
He didn't need to.
Asgardian troops advanced.
The war ended without another clash.
Alexander raised his hand and sent a message.
War concluded.
All hostilities neutralized.
Princesses returned safely.
In Asgard—
Odin read it.
And closed his eye.
"…Efficient," he said quietly.
Frigga smiled, warmth flooding her chest.
"Our son," she whispered.
Fear Beyond the Battlefield
In distant star systems—
Kree and Skrull command centers replayed a single transmission.
A Dark Phoenix blotting out the sky.
A castle erased from existence.
A man standing calmly amidst annihilation.
Silence followed.
"This… is not an ordinary Dark Phoenix," one authority whispered.
"…This is a Monarch."
Orders spread instantly.
Never provoke the Phoenix Monarch.
Never test him.
Never make him your enemy.
Fear—true fear—settled into races that had known none.
A Name Spreads
The universe spoke.
Whispers became legends.
Alexander Ashborn Odinson.
Or simply—
Alexander Ashborn.
Titles followed:
Monarch of Flames Dark Phoenix Sovereign of Ash World-Burning Heir
But one name—
One name made even war gods hesitate.
Phoenix Monarch.
Asgard's Celebration
Asgard erupted in celebration.
Horns sounded.
Feasts were prepared.
The people did not cheer a prince.
They honored a guardian.
Thor raised a cup.
"To my brother—who ended a war while I was still swinging!"
Loki smirked.
"He prefers efficiency."
Alexander only smiled faintly.
Parents' Pride
Odin watched his youngest son from the throne.
No crown.
No ambition.
Yet—
The most feared name in the universe.
"…I could not have done better," Odin admitted quietly.
Frigga stood beside him, eyes soft.
"He walks his own path," she said.
"And the universe follows."
Odin nodded.
"Phoenix Monarch," he murmured.
Asgard roared in celebration.
And somewhere, in the deepest shadow—
Something watched the fire spread.
And waited.