Chapitre 9: Chapter 8: Movements
Chapter 8: Movements
The battle for New York had ended, and the city was left to recover from the chaos that had nearly consumed it. The Avengers, now bonded by their shared ordeal, began to settle into their roles as Earth's protectors. Yet, as the dust settled, some threads of the conflict remained unresolved.
Thor, before returning to Asgard with Loki, had sought out Cadis Etrama Di Raizel. The Noblesse's presence during the battle had left an indelible mark on the minds of those who witnessed it. Thor, still awed by Raizel's immense power, felt a deep urge to speak with him before departing. However, no matter where he looked or how he called, Raizel was nowhere to be found. The Noblesse had vanished as quietly as he had appeared.
Unable to find him, Thor eventually returned to the Avengers, a mix of disappointment and acceptance in his heart. "I could not find Raizel," he informed them. "It seems the Noblesse has chosen to remain in the shadows for now."
Tony Stark, ever the pragmatist, shrugged. "He doesn't seem like the type who wants to hang around for a chat. Probably off doing whatever mysterious beings of his caliber do."
Thor nodded, then turned to the others. "My time here is done, for now. I must return Loki to Asgard, where he will face judgment." He paused, looking each of the Avengers in the eye. "You all fought bravely. You have my respect."
After a round of goodbyes, Thor and Loki were gone, disappearing in a flash of the Bifrost. With the immediate threat over, the Avengers began to return to their own lives, albeit with a new sense of purpose. Stark Tower, once a symbol of Tony's ego, was being repurposed. Tony had sold it, and plans for a new base for the Avengers were already underway—a place where they could gather and respond to the threats that would undoubtedly come their way.
But while the world above moved forward, back at the mansion, a different story was unfolding.
Raizel sat in his room, as he often did, gazing out the window. The world outside had changed dramatically in the centuries he had been absent, but in his heart, some things remained the same. He sipped his coffee, its warmth a small comfort amidst the whirlpool of his thoughts. The beverage, as always, had been prepared by Frankenstein, whose skill in such matters was unmatched. The elegance with which Raizel held the cup, the way he savored each sip, was a testament to the timelessness that defined him.
In the lower levels of the mansion, Frankenstein was busy with a task of his own. As the battle against Loki had raged on the roof of Stark Tower, Frankenstein had quietly taken the Space Stone—a relic of immense power that Loki had used to open the portal in the sky. With the hole neutralized and the battle won, Frankenstein had seen an opportunity to study the stone, to understand its power and perhaps, how it might be used or controlled.
The Space Stone now lay before him, its blue glow casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit room. Frankenstein's tools, though advanced by the standards of the world centuries ago, were now outdated compared to the modern technologies he had seen during the battle. Despite his genius, the tools at his disposal made progress slow and painstaking.
Hours passed as Frankenstein experimented, his mind racing through countless possibilities. The stone pulsed with energy, but its secrets were not easily uncovered. Frustrated but determined, he realized that his current methods were insufficient. If he was to unlock the true potential of the stone, he would need to understand the new world that had developed during Raizel's long slumber.
With a sigh, Frankenstein set down his tools and carefully placed the Space Stone back into its box. It would have to wait. For now, there were other matters to attend to.
He made his way to Raizel's room, the ancient halls of the mansion silent as he walked. When he reached the door, he paused for a moment before entering. Raizel was still by the window, his gaze distant, lost in thoughts that were impossible to decipher.
"Master," Frankenstein began, his voice respectful but tinged with the seriousness of the matter at hand, "I have been attempting to study the artifact I recovered during the battle, but my tools are no longer sufficient. The world outside has changed, and I must learn more if I am to continue my research effectively."
Raizel turned to look at him, his expression calm as always. "Do what you must, Frankenstein. The world may have changed, but your pursuit of knowledge remains as important as ever."
Frankenstein nodded, grateful for Raizel's understanding. "I will go out and learn what I can. The advancements that have been made in my absence… they will provide the answers we need."
Raizel simply inclined his head, signaling his approval. Frankenstein bowed slightly, then left the room, already planning his next steps.
As Raizel watched his loyal companion leave, he returned his gaze to the window. The night sky stretched out before him, vast and filled with stars that had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations. The world outside was new and unfamiliar, but within the mansion, time seemed to stand still.
Raizel remained there, silent and contemplative, as the world continued to move forward. The Noblesse had returned, but the true impact of his reawakening was only beginning to unfold. And as the Avengers settled into their new roles, the presence of Raizel and Frankenstein would soon become a crucial, yet hidden, influence on the fate of the Earth and the Nine Realms.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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