Magneto hovered in the air, his breath steadying as he narrowed his gaze at the cratered ground where Blob lay unconscious, dust rising from the earth where his metallic orbs had struck.
He took a moment to assess the situation.
'Flight. Pyrokinesis. Stealth. Electrokinesis. And if I'm not mistaken...' he recalled the moment when debris hurled at the boy had been effortlessly redirected mid-air, ...that wasn't atmokinesis. That was telekinesis.' He paused, his brow furrowing slightly. And let's not forget teleportation.'
His eyes slowly drifted to Gojo, who remained motionless in the air, calmly observing him with that same unreadable expression.
Magneto exhaled. "This has gone on long enough."
Gojo's body subtly relaxed at the words, seeing them as a ceasefire. He was just beginning to let his guard down when
His danger sense ignited like a forest fire.
All at once, the electromagnetic forces around Magneto erupted with terrifying intensity. The pressure warped the air, and the entire gravitational field of the city began to twist unnaturally.
Magneto's power didn't just affect metals anymore. It was bending the laws around them which in turn was affecting the very gravity ariund the city.
The gravitational pull had risen a few times its over its normal value, but neither Gojo, nor the unconscious Blob seemed burdened by the weight but the rest of the team… not so much as they felt the pressure digging into them. All around them, the environment was screaming.
Chunks of concrete tore free from the earth and floated eerily around them while other sections of ground cracked and collapsed in on themselves. Roads twisted like paper, skyscrapers groaned, and cars were crushed inward like tin cans. From beneath the city, Magneto pulled forth not just visible metal, but entire subterranean veins of iron, steel, and alloys. The landscape groaned and shifted violently.
Gojo glanced downward, and with his X-ray vision, saw it below the city, tge rivers of metal rising from beneath the surface, coiling and twisting as they surged upward like metallic serpents.
In the next instant, he vanished with a flicker of light.
Just in time.
Tons of jagged, hyper-accelerated metallic matter pierced through the space he had just occupied. The sheer velocity could shred solid titanium like paper. He reappeared again, floating several meters away, eyes now fully alert.
He looked at Magneto.
Then his gaze sharpened.
"Ohhh…" he breathed.
Gojo wasn't looking at Magneto anymore.
He was looking at the very surrounding around him.
With his enhanced perception, he could see the electromagnetic fields spiraling out from Magneto like a violent wave. But it wasn't just that those forces were now interacting with gravity itself, warping it, folding it. And gravity, in turn, was tugging at something else, something more elusive.
Something that rippled ever so slightly... like the edges of reality itself.
Gojo blinked, and a thought crystallized in his mind.
'Is that… space?'
The air around Magneto shimmered unnaturally as the master of magnetism finally spoke again.
"I will end this by completely erasing this city," he declared. "As punishment for the act carried out today. This… shall serve as a warning to all."
But Gojo wasn't listening.
He was focused entirely on the impossible interaction of the fundamental forces unfolding before his eyes.
The way the electromagnetic field was influencing gravity which in turn, twisting the very framework of reality.
And through it all he focused on the tiny shimmering around magneto which glowed a faint…blue light and started to mix with other colors.
'Ohhh… that's not good."
Far away from the city above the clouds, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier sat like an ominous sentinel in the sky, its massive engines humming softly against the backdrop of turbulent weather patterns forming far away from it.
It had been nearly 20 minutes since they lost the live feed from Havelstadt.
Director Fury stood silently, eye twitching slightly as he watched the last frozen frame of the feed Gojo floating in mid-air, and Magneto looming like a god made of wrath and metal.
Fury paced across the control deck, phone pressed to his ear as he gritted her teeth. "Tony, pick up the damn phone... we need that satellite."
Steve Rogers leaned against a nearby console, tapping his foot anxiously. Every second felt like an hour.
Then—
"Sir, it's an emergency!" Coulson all but shouted as he rushed in.
"Calm down, Agent Coulson," Fury replied with a deadpan voice that barely masked his growing irritation. "Now tell me the reason for such panic. Definitely can't be worse than what's currently happening in Havelstadt."
Coulson paused, took a deep breath, but his eyes were wild. "Sir, we've got problems. Nauticals are reporting irregular wave activity below the earth at Havelstadt."
Fury's eyebrows rose slightly. "Below? You're telling me this isn't just the crap Magneto's pulling with him ripping apart the metallic structure of that city?"
"No sir. It's bigger than that. Seismic reports are coming in from NASA. ESA's systems are flagging anomalies too. This isn't just a surface event anymore."
Fury turned sharply, heading to one of the stations. "Show me what we've got. All of it."
Coulson followed him, still speaking. "He's destabilizing the geological structure. Magneto's magnetic fields are warping the planet's crust. He's not just lifting the metal he's ripping it out from the mantle, pulling building foundations, wiring, steel infrastructure... even sediment layers."
Another technician spoke up from her station. "Director! Homeland's report just came in. Sir, the magnetic fields around Havelstadt and neighboring states are in a state of violent flux. Seismographs can't stabilize. And sir… the Earth's crust beneath the city if continues it'll begin to fracture."
The implications hit Fury like a gut punch.
"Motherfucker."
He reached into his coat, pulled out a burner phone, and dialed the only number it was programmed for.
The line clicked.
"Tony," Fury growled, "I'mma need that goddamn satellite right about now."
A pause. Then Tony's voice came through the speaker, "Yeah I can see the situation hold on, Jarvis."
"Access granted," came the crisp AI voice.
"Sir, we finally have satellite imaging!" another technician called.
"Give me my eye," Fury snapped, tapping the glass of the monitor as the feed exploded to life on the central display.
The room fell into stunned silence.
"Oh my God," Steve whispered.
What they saw was beyond comprehension.
The city of Havelstadt no longer resembled a city.
The Earth itself had been peeled apart massive torrents of debris, soil, and raw metal swirled into colossal rings of destruction. Buildings, bridges, vehicles everything metallic had been drawn upward in fragmented spirals, rotating in orbit around the epicenter like moons caught in an artificial gravitational field.
Entire sections of the Earth's crust was being carved out.
Underneath the stormclouds, electromagnetic pulses surged across the skyline like veins of lightning. They danced between the rings of dust and debris, illuminating the chaos like some wrathful celestial machine.
The electromagnetic pressure had reached a point where it was interfering with tectonic stability. The ground itself was being twisted and displaced.
"Storm systems are forming just outside the city," someone reported. "Massive ones. Temperature drops and unnatural cloud formations. But sir… that's the least of it."
"Multiple ships and aircraft near the coast have lost control," Coulson added, reading another screen. "A few tankers capsized. Something is pulling their navigation systems and internal machinery apart he's controlling them. Or disabling them somehow."
Suddenly, another alert blared across the room.
"Sir, the latest seismic readout from EMA just came in. Havelstadt's elevation is… rising."
"What?" Steve asked, eyes wide.
"You heard right sir, the entire city's landmass is lifting slowly. Smaller earthquakes have already begun appearing in neighboring cities."
The map on the screen updated again—red rings spreading outward in concentric circles.
Magnitude: 6.3…
Magnitude: 6.5…
Magnitude: 6.9…
Then it blinked red.
Magnitude: 7.0
Fury took a deep breath. The weight of what they were witnessing began to settle in the room like a tombstone.
A single man Magneto had turned a city into a disaster zone.
And it was still getting worse.
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