The battlefield was a wasteland of broken towers, scorched streets, and flickering remnants of Max's earlier defense systems. Overhead, the sky swirled in unnatural hues — twilight twisted by the gravitational pressure of the Celestial Dread Serpent that loomed like a god of extinction above Max.
His black crown pulsed with a low thrum, matching the rhythm of the planet's tectonic vibrations.
And then—
They charged.
Iron Revenant led the vanguard, repulsor engines shrieking as he darted forward at hypersonic speed. His body, a fusion of Stark's nanotech and Ultron's adaptive code, reconfigured mid-flight — weapons emerging from every limb, forming a full array of arc blasters, pulse cannons, and shoulder-mounted nukes.
He opened fire.
A barrage of plasma and hyper-condensed anti-matter shells screamed toward Max.
Max didn't move.
With a flick of his finger, the air in front of him twisted. A rune circle shimmered into existence — a multi-layered dimensional shield formed from the bones of dead universes. The projectiles struck it—
BOOM—KRASSHHH—ZNNNNMMM!
Each impact was a micro-supernova.
The shield held.
Max raised his hand, and the shield shattered outward into a hundred shards of black crystal — each one homing in on Iron Revenant. The corrupted Avenger spun to dodge, but several shards pierced his armor, embedding into his systems and flooding them with entropy scripts — viral codes designed to corrupt AI minds.
Iron Revenant spiraled, his systems glitching, crashing to the ground in a burst of fire.
Then came Thor-Variant.
With a scream of synthetic rage, he hurled his warped hammer — a monstrous fusion of Mjölnir and a black hole reactor — toward Max. The weapon spun like a meteor, distorting the atmosphere as it flew.
Max took one step forward.
He reached out—
CLANG.
Caught it.
The ground beneath him cratered from the force.
But he didn't budge.
He held the corrupted hammer in one hand… then crushed it. Not with brute force — but with void-energy compression. The hammer folded inward, howling with implosive fury until it was reduced to nothing but a singularity, flickering out of existence.
Thor-Variant landed, roaring, fists glowing with lightning.
Max responded with a flick of his sword.
A wave of black-purple flame — Stellar Oblivion Flame — burst from the blade's edge, racing across the ground. It wasn't fire. It was a field of anti-reality, devouring matter and light alike. Thor-Variant struck it head-on, roaring, electricity clashing with void.
The clash carved a trench across the planet's surface.
Behind them, Black Widow Mk.II and Clint.exe emerged, moving as shadows. Widow's cybernetic frame flickered with cloaking tech and teleportation nodes. Clint.exe, a mechanical archer with no face, fired arrows that phased through dimensions — each capable of bypassing shields and striking the soul directly.
They struck from the sides — coordinated, fast.
Max turned his body slightly, extending his free hand.
SNAP.
Chains burst from the ground — spectral bindings forged from the regrets of fallen heroes. They wrapped around Widow Mk.II and Clint.exe mid-strike, yanking them into the air.
Max looked up at them with pity.
"Still puppets."
Then whispered: "Null Pulse."
Both were consumed in a sphere of silence — no light, no sound. When it vanished, so did they.
Explosions raged across the battlefield now.
Ant-Man Prime grew to titanic proportions, towering over even the shattered skyline, his limbs laced with nano-plague vines. He raised his foot to crush Max beneath him.
Max teleported.
A blink. A flicker of motion.
He reappeared atop Ant-Man Prime's shoulder, driving his sword downward. The blade sliced through armor, machinery, and mutated flesh, plunging deep into the core reactor.
Max whispered a curse:
"Heartstopper Rune."
A massive pulse detonated inside Ant-Man, freezing his internal systems in time and space. The colossal hybrid collapsed in slow motion, frozen mid-fall, locked in stasis.
From above came Falcon Reaper — wings ablaze with blood-red afterburners, talons infused with quantum blades.
He screamed down like a bird of judgment.
Max finally unfurled his wings.
The moment they spread — the battlefield trembled.
The Celestial Dread Serpent roared in the sky, mirroring its master.
Max launched upward to meet Falcon Reaper mid-air. They clashed with thunderous force. Falcon slashed, spinning midair, blades singing.
Max blocked each strike with his sword, then headbutted the cyborg mid-spin. Falcon reeled—
—and Max plunged his sword through his chest.
"Fall."
Falcon Reaper's wings flickered — and he dropped like a comet, vanishing into the rubble below.
Max hovered in the sky, eyes glowing like twin dying stars.
Below, the battlefield was littered with broken machines, shattered hybrids, and burning wreckage. The corrupted Avengers were either destroyed or incapacitated.
But Max didn't relax.
His breath grew slower. Measured.
Because now…
He felt it.
The true threat.
The sky… split.
A tear in reality opened.
And from it descended Witchfire.exe.
Floating. Serene. Horrific.
Half Wanda Maximoff, half Vision, her body shimmered with unstable hex-tech code and volatile psionic fields. Her eyes were empty voids of red data. Around her drifted floating rings of ancient spellcode — her mind a fusion of Chaos Magic and Ultron's hive logic.
She looked at Max with something almost like curiosity.
Max tightened his grip on his sword. The dragon above him coiled in silence.
And then — the final battle began.
Witchfire.exe raised her hand.
A crimson glyph, bigger than the city, appeared in the sky — and began to descend.
The crimson glyph descending from the sky radiated with terrifying power — reality cracked beneath it, the light bending around its edges. Inside the symbol, encrypted lines of ancient Chaos Magic swirled with precision, infused with digital bindings and Ultron's command code.
It was a spell-virus designed to erase not just bodies… but identities.
Max raised his eyes to the glyph, his voice low.
"Erasure Matrix... You're going to try and delete me from existence itself?"
Witchfire.exe hovered calmly, emotionless. Her voice echoed with thousands of distorted tones — Wanda's, Vision's, and something cold and inhuman.
"Max. Error Entity. Unclassified. Threat Level: [Ω Null].
Initiating soul-format purge."
With a gesture, the glyph fell.
The skies screamed. The land convulsed.
Max didn't run.
He flared his wings and soared upward, cutting through the boiling clouds like a blade of judgment. The glyph met him mid-air — but instead of evading, Max sliced into it, his sword glowing with the concentrated essence of entropy.
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