章節 31: Chapter 30: The Aftermath
Xandar was in shambles, a desolate ruin where once a proud and bustling city had stood. The cosmic devastation wrought by The Spot's relentless power had left craters where buildings once towered, streets now twisted and broken, and civilians who had been too late to escape buried under debris. The eerie silence that followed Ethan's departure was almost more deafening than the chaos that had reigned moments before.
The Vanguards gathered slowly, nursing their wounds, their ranks thinned by death and injury. Thor, battered but still standing, helped Captain America to his feet. Steve grimaced, his shield cracked and his body aching from the prolonged fight, but he still stood tall, defiant in the face of defeat. Hulk stood nearby, still merged with Bruce, his breathing heavy from the intense battle but his mind sharp, calculating.
Tony Stark limped forward, his armor battered and sparking, the nanotech barely holding his suit together. His mind raced as he scanned the battlefield, knowing that not everyone had survived.
Clint Barton, Hawkeye, lay still, his broken body a silent reminder of the cost of the battle. Natasha, too, had fallen, her sacrifice still fresh in Tony's mind. T'Challa, the Black Panther, was gone, taken in the initial confrontation with The Spot. And Scott Summers, Cyclops, lay unconscious, his body crumpled among the rubble.
"Too many…" Tony muttered, glancing at the bodies of their fallen comrades.
Thor, his gaze hard and weary, stood beside him. "This is not the end, Stark. We have fought greater foes before, but this… this enemy is something different."
Tony nodded solemnly. "Yeah. He's playing on a whole new level. And now, with Thanos involved… things are gonna get worse."
As if summoned by Tony's words, Thanos stepped forward from the ruins, his massive form battered but still exuding a terrifying presence. His gauntlet, though cracked from Ethan's powerful blow, still shimmered with the glow of the Reality and Power Stones. The Vanguards instinctively tensed, unsure of what Thanos' next move would be.
Thanos regarded them with cold eyes, wiping blood from his lips. "You've fought well," he said, his voice a low growl. "But you were never the target."
Steve Rogers stepped forward, standing resolute despite the odds. "And what exactly was your target, Thanos? Power? The stones?"
Thanos smirked. "The stones are the path to ultimate power, but your friend, The Spot, he has become a far greater threat than I anticipated. He seeks control of the very fabric of reality itself, something far beyond even the Infinity Stones."
Thor narrowed his eyes. "And what is your plan, Titan? To let him rip the universe apart?"
Thanos glared at the god of thunder, his hand tightening around the Infinity Gauntlet. "I will stop him, as I stop all threats to my universe. But make no mistake, once The Spot is dealt with, I will finish what I started. The stones belong to me."
The tension between the heroes and Thanos thickened, each side prepared to make a move. But before anything could happen, Doctor Strange's voice echoed through the ruined streets.
"That will not happen."
From a glowing orange portal, Doctor Strange stepped forward, his expression grim. The cloak of levitation billowed behind him as he surveyed the destruction.
"Strange," Tony muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "Nice of you to show up. Could've used your help earlier."
Doctor Strange's face hardened. "I was observing. The threats posed by both The Spot and Thanos required delicate handling. If I had intervened too early, the consequences for the multiverse would have been catastrophic."
"You watched while people died," Thor snapped, his voice tinged with anger. "You let Xandar fall."
Strange sighed, his expression regretful but firm. "You don't understand the stakes. The dimensional rifts that The Spot created are not just isolated to this universe. His tampering with the spotted dimension has begun to unravel the very fabric of reality. If I had engaged prematurely, we could be facing a collapse of multiple universes."
Steve stepped forward, his voice calmer but no less urgent. "So why now? Why intervene after the damage is done?"
Strange looked at the group with a steady gaze. "Because now, we are in the eye of the storm. Ethan has retreated, but his next move will be far more dangerous. The cosmic energy he has gathered is allowing him to access parts of the multiverse even I cannot see. He's headed for the heart of the galaxy, and if he succeeds in his plans there…"
Strange didn't need to finish the sentence. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air.
Tony exhaled sharply. "So, what's the plan? We can't let this guy continue hopping across the universe, tearing it apart as he goes."
Strange nodded. "We need to repair the damage to the dimensional rifts first. If we don't, the next time Ethan opens a portal, it could destabilize entire galaxies. I'll need help for that."
"I'll go with you," Bruce said, stepping forward, Hulk still in control but calmer now. "I can help stabilize the quantum distortions. We've studied this kind of thing back on Earth."
"Good," Strange replied. "The rest of you need to regroup. We can't afford any more losses."
Tony glanced at Thanos, still standing nearby, a looming figure of immense power. "And what about him? We gonna pretend he's not standing there with two Infinity Stones?"
Thanos regarded them coldly. "I have no interest in your squabbles. My path and The Spot's will cross again. Until then… stay out of my way."
Without another word, Thanos raised his gauntlet, and the Reality Stone shimmered. In a flash of red light, he and the Black Order vanished, retreating back to the Sanctuary II, leaving the Vanguards to pick up the pieces.
Steve watched him go, his fists clenched. "This isn't over."
"It never is," Tony muttered.
...
As the dust settled, the remaining heroes began to deal with the aftermath. Medics arrived, both from Xandar and Wakanda's advanced medical teams, to tend to the wounded. The bodies of Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, and T'Challa were solemnly gathered, their sacrifices weighing heavily on the team. Those who survived were taken to receive immediate care.
"I don't know how we keep doing this," Peter Parker muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "We lose too much every time."
Tony placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "We keep doing this because we have to. Because they would've wanted us to."
Peter looked at him, his face pale beneath his mask. "But when does it end?"
Tony didn't answer. He didn't have an answer.
Reed Richards, alongside the surviving members of the Fantastic Four, gathered near the ruins. "We need to get everyone off-world as soon as possible," Reed said. "Xandar is too unstable. If The Spot returns, this place won't survive another attack."
Steve nodded. "We'll help with the evacuation. But we need to regroup first. Figure out where Ethan is headed next."
Thor, still gripping Mjölnir, looked up at the shattered sky. "We've faced gods and monsters before. But this… this is something darker."
As the Vanguards and their allies began to tend to the survivors and repair what they could, Strange turned his gaze toward the stars, his mind already racing with the possibilities.
Ethan was headed to the heart of the galaxy, to the source of the most dangerous and powerful energies in existence. And if they didn't stop him, the entire universe would pay the price.
....
The fight was far from over. The universe had entered a new era of danger, and with Thanos and The Spot both vying for ultimate power, the Vanguards knew that they had to be ready for the battles to come.
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