The Legion of Chaos II: Chaos Reigns - Chapter 14 - crazyvillainfan (2024)

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I am the Watcher. I will be your guide through this vast new reality that has unfolded. Peggy Carter has returned to her universe after her exhausting trip across the multiverse, a much-needed rest for the soldier. Now, I return to observe the fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance yet again by Wanda Maximoff and her Legion of Chaos.

As Thrawn's ship sails through the cosmic currents towards the floating castle in the End of Time, the Legion of Chaos prepares for the looming conflict against Loki and the Council of Godheads. On the bridge of the Chimaera, Wanda Maximoff, her eyes blazing with determination, addresses her allies with a rousing speech. Wanda stands at the helm of the Chimaera, surrounded by the diverse members of the Legion of Chaos. Her voice carries across the bridge, filled with conviction and fire.

"My fellow members of the Legion," she begins, her gaze sweeping over the gathered allies, each bearing their own unique powers and strengths, "we stand on the precipice of a battle that will shape the fate of the multiverse itself. Loki and the Council of Godheads seek to impose their order upon chaos, to stifle the unpredictable nature of existence and have locked our leader away as a result of objecting to this order!" Anakin and the others in the ship nod in agreement. "But chaos is not something to be feared. It is a force of creation, of innovation. We embody that chaos, and we will not bow to those who seek to control us."

The Legion murmurs in agreement, their resolve strengthening with each word spoken by their leaders. Wanda's voice rises, carrying a note of defiance. "Loki's castle lies ahead, a symbol of his arrogance and desire for dominance. Whatever his self-righteousness validates his actions and what he has taken from us ends today! We will storm his fortress, and we will show the Council of Godheads that chaos cannot be shackled. They'll be waiting for us, so let's give them a hell of a fight."

Abomination, his massive form bristling with anticipation, adds his voice to the chorus. "We are the Legion of Chaos, a force to be reckoned with. Let us unleash our powers, our strengths, and our determination. Today, we make our stand against tyranny and oppression! Let Chaos Reign!"

Thrawn, ever the tactician, interjects with a strategic assessment. "The castle is heavily fortified, but the Chimaera's advanced technology thanks to the efforts of Missy and dark magic of the Coven gives us an edge. We will breach their defenses and strike at the heart of Loki's power."

"The barriers to get inside are heavily fortified with magic that will require my help." Eris looks at Wanda. "Your magic will help break it down easier."

As Wanda's speech reaches its climax, a chorus of cheers and battle cries erupts from the Legion. With renewed vigor and unity, they prepare for the coming assault on Loki's castle, their eyes set on victory and the liberation of chaos from the chains of control.

The Chimaera speeds towards the floating castle, the Legion of Chaos primed for battle, their spirits unyielding in the face of adversity. As they approach their destination, a sense of anticipation and determination fills the air, for the war of gods and mortals is about to erupt in a cataclysmic clash that will echo through the annals of time itself.

Inside the towering halls of the floating castle, the Council of Godheads, Mara from Indiana Jones, Sutekh from Doctor Who, Kalypso and Ares from the DCEU, and Uh-Oa from the Tiki Room, receive a warning from Loki himself. As they prepare for the impending arrival of Thrawn's Chimaera and the Legion of Chaos, tension grips the council chambers.

Loki, in a state of panic and fear, rushes into the table room. "My esteemed colleagues, the Legion of Chaos approaches. Their vessel, the Chimaera, is on the way to our doors."

Mara, her eyes narrowed with concern, speaks up. "Why do they challenge us now?"

Loki's gaze flickers with a hint of bitterness as he mentions Eris's betrayal. "Eris has turned against us. She aids the Legion in their quest for chaos, seeing an opportunity to disrupt our order. But I fear one more amongst you has as well/"

Sutekh, his regal demeanor masking a growing sense of unease, commands his forces to prepare. "We cannot underestimate them. Whatever Eris speaks is falsehoods. A verbal assault meant to break us apart. Now with their arrival imminent, Thrawn's tactical genius and Wanda's formidable powers pose a significant threat."

Kalypso and Ares exchange a glance, their expressions grim. "We will have our soldiers ready," Ares announces, his voice echoing with the authority of war.

Uh-Oa channels her mystic energies to bolster the castle's defenses. "We must stand united against this onslaught. Chaos may be tempting, but order and stability must prevail."

As Loki observes the Council's preparations, a flicker of doubt crosses his features. Eris' betrayal has unsettled him, and the looming confrontation with the Legion of Chaos carries weighty implications for the balance of power in the multiverse.

Outside the castle, soldiers from various times and realms gather, their weapons gleaming in the cosmic light. The Council's forces stand ready, a formidable array of warriors from different epochs, each with their own skills and abilities honed for battle.

As the Chimaera approaches the floating castle of the Council of Godheads, an Imperial transport lands nearby, depositing Eris and Wanda amidst the chaos of battle-ready soldiers from different eras and realms. With a determined stride, Eris and Wanda make their way through the ranks, their presence commanding attention and respect even amidst the frenzied preparations for war.

Eris uses her powers of puppeteering to take over one of the soldiers bodies and use her quick agility to slice through a Greek soldier and Polynesian soldier with ease.

Wanda levitates various soldiers and throws them over the edge of the castle, causing them to fall through space-time

Eris, her form radiating cosmic energy, locks eyes with Wanda, a silent understanding passing between them. With a nod, they move forward, their footsteps purposeful and resolute.

Soldiers from different eras and realms, clad in armor and wielding an array of weapons, part to make way for Eris and Wanda. Some whisper in awe at the sight of the Goddess of Discord herself, while others tense, ready for the impending clash.

Without hesitation, Eris and Wanda navigate through the ranks of soldiers, their path seemingly unhindered as if the very fabric of reality bends to their will. A sense of anticipation builds among the soldiers, their focus shifting to the two formidable women leading the charge.

As they approach the barrier guarding the castle's entrance, a wave of energy emanates from Eris, destabilizing the defenses and creating an opening. "And so it begins. Scarlet Witch," Eris nods to Wanda, "this is where your efforts will come in handy." Eris places her palm with the enemy on the door, as the barrier begins to crack. Wanda, her chaos magic swirling around her, lends her powers to the effort, amplifying the disruption and weakening the barrier further.

With a combined effort, Eris and Wanda break through the barrier, shattering it into cosmic fragments. The path to the castle's interior lies open before them, a testament to their determination and power.

The Chimaera drops more Imperial Transports and Fire Nation blimps, as the Legion arrives at the doorstep of the castle.

"What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us." Thrawn says with confidence. "Eris, I salute you." He says, looking at the Goddess. "Soon, we shall free Amara from this exile thanks to the efforts of the Scarlet Witch and the lot of us."

"Let's bring Amara home." Kahmunrah says, gripping his scythe.

The Legion of Chaos, led by Eris and Wanda, strides into the castle's grand hall, their presence a testament to their determination and power. They are met with a tense silence as they face Loki, the trickster god, surrounded by Asgardian soldiers loyal to him.

Loki, his expression a mix of amusem*nt and malice, surveys the Legion with a calculated gaze. "Ah, the Legion of Chaos graces us with their presence. How fitting for chaos to walk boldly into the heart of order."

Ivy Pepper, undaunted by Loki's taunts, meets his gaze with steely resolve. "We are not here to bow to your order, Loki. We're here to get our leader back, and bring back a multiverse where chaos reigns free."

Wanda, her powers crackling around her, steps forward to confront Loki directly. "Your reign of control ends here, Loki. The multiverse craves freedom from your manipulations."

With a subtle gesture, Loki signals the Asgardian soldiers to attack. They charge forward, their weapons raised, their loyalty unwavering. The clash of steel and magic echoes through the grand hall as the Legion of Chaos meets the onslaught head-on.

The villains, stormtroopers, Black Widows, Fire Nation soldiers, and card soldiers all make their way into battle fighting against the Asgardians,

Wanda, her eyes locked on Loki, channels her chaos magic to fend off the Asgardian soldiers, her focus singular as she prepares to face the god of mischief himself.

Loki, his cunning mind always a step ahead, breaks away from the fight with a smirk. "Come, Wanda. Let us dance amidst the chaos."

With that, Loki and Wanda engage in a fierce magical duel, their powers colliding in a dazzling display of red light and green energy. The fate of the multiverse hangs in the balance as chaos and order collide within the walls of the castle, and the outcome of their confrontation will shape the destiny of all realms.

Inside the council chambers, tension mounts as the moments tick by, anticipation and uncertainty filling the air. The clash between chaos and order, between the Legion of Chaos and the Council of Godheads, is about to erupt in a cataclysmic confrontation that will decide the fate of the multiverse itself.

Uh-Oa, her ancient powers surging, leads the ambush as she and her allies spring into action. Mara, wielding her energy balls with deadly precision, goes after the Black Widows, her strikes quick and decisive.

Ares, his strength unmatched, charges towards Miles Quaritch, his warhammer ready to crush any opposition in his path.

Kalypso sets her sights on Ivy Pepper, the Red Queen, and Kahmunrah, her movements fluid and calculated as she engages the trio in a whirlwind of blades and sorcery. Caught off guard by the sudden ambush, the villains scramble to defend their comrades as the battle intensifies.

Eris, witnessing the onslaught, steps forward with a surge of chaotic energy, her presence commanding attention. With a wave of her hand, she disrupts Uh-Oa's assault on Melina and the Black Widows, creating an opening for the Legion to regroup and counterattack.

Mara, momentarily thrown off balance by Eris's interference, refocuses his efforts on other targets within the Legion, her powers cracking with deadly accuracy.

Ares, undeterred by Eris's powers, continues his relentless assault on Miles Quaritch, striking with devastating force.

Kalypso, locked in a fierce duel with Ivy Pepper, finds herself challenged by the Red Queen's swordsman ship and relentless card soldiers.

As chaos erupts in every corner of the castle, Eris's intervention proves pivotal in turning the tide of the ambush. The Legion of Chaos, fueled by renewed determination, fights back with newfound vigor, pushing back against the Council's forces with a relentless onslaught of their own.

Uh-Oa, her voice resonating with ancient power, calls out as she strikes at Melina and the Black Widows. "Your time of deception and manipulation ends now, agents of chaos!"

Melina, leading her Black Widows with precision, responds with a snarl. "We are part of higher purpose, one that transcends your simplistic notions of order."

Mara taunts the Black Widows. "Your webs of deceit cannot withstand the fury of my whip!"

Meanwhile, Ares charges into the fray against Miles Quaritch his warhammer smashing through their ranks. "You dare oppose the might of Olympus? Prepare to face your reckoning!"

Quaritch, his voice filled with defiance, rallies his troops. "Hold your ground! We will not falter before these so-called gods!"

Kalypso, engaging Ivy Pepper, the Red Queen, and Kahmunrah in a deadly dance, speaks with a calm yet deadly tone. "Your trickery are no match for my blade. Surrender now, and perhaps your lives will be spared."

Ivy Pepper, her eyes ablaze with determination, conjures vines and pheromones to confuse Kalypso. "We will not yield to your threats! Enjoy your trip." Ivy commands the vines to hold Kalypso down.

Amara, imprisoned within the depths of the castle's dungeons, senses a shift in the air as the ground trembles beneath her feet. Her keen senses, honed over millennia, piece together the signs of an impending rescue.

"They're here..." She murmurs to herself, her voice carrying a weight of wisdom and power. The tremors grow stronger, reverberating through the stone walls of her prison. Amara's senses, attuned to the ebb and flow of cosmic energies, pick up on the subtle cues of a formidable presence approaching. "Rescue comes!" She whispers, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Outside her cell, the chaos of battle echoes through the corridors as the Legion of Chaos clashes with the Council's forces. The clash of weapons and the crackle of magic serve as a symphony of liberation to Amara's ears.

With a surge of power, Amara extends her senses beyond the confines of her cell, reaching out to the cosmic energies swirling around her. She senses familiar signatures among the chaos, allies drawn to her call for freedom.

As the ground quakes once more, Amara receives a message telepathically. "Amara..." Wanda's voice carries a note of reverence, acknowledging the ancient being's power and importance in the unfolding conflict.

Amara rises gracefully, her dark silhouette contrasting against the ethereal glow of Wanda's magic. "Finally came." She states, her voice a melodic echo that resonates with the depths of the cosmos. "Making quick work of them, hopefully."

Wanda nods, her resolve unwavering, as she fights against Greek soldiers. "These guys are just children by comparison to the likes of someone like Darkseid or Sauron."

"If it helps, Eris wasn't acting alone. She's not the only god against Loki." Amara responds. "Look for the other goddess of chaos."

"What?" Wanda asks. She looks over and sees Kalypso in a bad trip. "The Greek goddess?"

"That is Kalypso, the goddess of deception." Amara senses Kalypso. "Though, it would seem she's deeper undercover than expected. Make your way to the dungeons. That's where we are."

"We?" Wanda asks.

"I'm not the only one locked down here." Amara looks out with whatever perspective she has of the other prisoners down the winding halls. "We'll be out soon, friends! Chaos will Reign!"

The prisoners shout with glee, ready to escape. The ground continues to tremble, not with fear, but with the anticipation of cosmic forces converging to challenge the established order upon their release.

Mara's eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, narrow as he raises a hand, summoning a whirlwind of dust and debris. "You dare challenge me? This Council has seen the downfall of many like you." She shouts to Maleficent.

Maleficent roars, a sound that reverberates through the stone walls. "Your temple shall be your tomb, false god!" Maleficent raises her arm, as a green explosion and plummet of smoke surround her, turning her into her dragon form. She roars and looks down at her enemy and grins.

With a powerful sweep of her tail, Maleficent shatters the marble pillars, sending chunks of stone flying. Mara stands his ground, his gaze fixed on the dragon. As the debris hurtles towards her, she gestures, and the stones freeze mid-air, then reverse course, crashing back towards Maleficent.

The dragon's green fire engulfs the stones, turning them to molten rock, which splatters harmlessly to the floor. Maleficent lunges, jaws wide and claws extended, but Mara vanishes in a swirl of sand, reappearing atop a nearby balcony. "Is that all you have?" Mara taunts, his voice echoing with divine resonance. He raises his hand, as the castle walls ripple like water. An illusion of countless Maras fills the hall, each one identical and menacing.

Maleficent snarls, unleashing a torrent of flame that incinerates the illusions. As the fire dissipates, Mara reappears, his form glowing with renewed intensity. With a flick of his wrist, the floor beneath Maleficent cracks and splits, a chasm opening to swallow the dragon. Maleficent beats her wings furiously, lifting herself above the chasm, and with a powerful thrust, she breaks through the ceiling, ascending to the rooftop.

Mara follows, materializing on the castle's highest tower. The multiverse and its many timelines are visible from the castle. Their blue and green aura clear, the tree casting a glow over the battleground. Maleficent circles above, her scales shimmering with malevolent energy.

Maleficent growls, diving towards Mara. The deity raises his hands, summoning a barrier of swirling wind and sand. Maleficent crashes into it, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. With a roar, Maleficent breaks through the barrier, her claws slashing towards Mara. The deity counters with a blast of energy from his eyes, striking Maleficent and sending her sprawling across the rooftop. The stones of the castle room beneath her crack and crumble under the force.

Mara advances, his form imposing. "Yield, dragon, and I may spare you."

Maleficent is relentless. Not wanting to lose her balance in her dragon form, and with a surge of power, she transforms back to her human guise. Standing defiantly, she raises her staff, its tip glowing with green fire. "I yield to no one."

The rooftop trembles as their powers clash once more. Mara's divine energy swirls around him, a storm of light and sand, while Maleficent's dark magic pulses with an almost tangible malevolence. The two forces collide, the impact sending shockwaves through the castle.

The fighting continues downstairs as Eris finds herself in combat with Loki. "Oh good, I was hoping to a chance to fight you."

"Why, Eris?" Loki asks, fighting with his daggers against Eris' one dagger. "I thought you wanted to help our cause."

Eris laughs. "Honey, I'm the Goddess of Discord. Why would I want to bring order to something that goes against what I am."

The clash of energies creates a blinding flash, and for a moment, both adversaries are hidden from view. When the light fades, Mara is on one knee, breathing heavily but still defiant. Maleficent, her staff glowing with residual power, strides forward confidently.

"Your end is near!" Maleficent declares, her voice echoing with dark triumph.

Mara rises, summoning the last of his strength. "You may defeat me, sorceress, but you and your Legion won't escape unscathed." With a final, desperate effort, Mara raises his hand and conjures a blade of pure energy, hurling it towards Maleficent.

The blade strikes true, piercing Maleficent's left wing as she attempts to transform back into her dragon form. A scream of pain escapes her as the wing crumples, unable to support her weight. She falters, losing balance on the edge of the rooftop.

Seizing the moment, Maleficent gathers her remaining strength and unleashes a powerful burst of magic, blasting Mara off his feet and sending him sprawling across the roof tiles. The deity's form flickers, his divine essence struggling to hold together.

With a grim determination, Maleficent steps forward, her form faltering but still menacing. She raises her staff, ready to deliver the final blow. "You fought well, deity, but this is the end. Once we return Amara to our side, and when we've destroyed all your Council and fools, this castle and the multiverse shall be ours!"

Mara, weakened and unable to stand, looks up. "Even in defeat, my power lingers. Beware, for this victory comes with a curse."

Ignoring the warning, Maleficent strikes. The rooftop shudders as Mara's chest is blast with the strike of Maleficent's dark magic, with a mixture of green and red energy hitting Mara, causing his body to begin cracking, as he disperses into particles of sand. Maleficent, now devoid of Mara's presence, sighs in relief, the oppressive aura lifting.

Maleficent's triumph is short-lived. As she attempts to take flight, her injured wing fails her. She stumbles, unable to maintain her balance on the crumbling rooftop. Panic flickers in her eyes as she realizes the precariousness of her position. "No, no, no. Wanda! Anakin! Regina!"

Regina hears Maleficent's echo outside the castle, as she stops fighting one of the guards and disappears in a cloud of smoke and appears on the rooftop and sees Maleficent's hand grabbing onto the edge of the roof.

"Maleficent!" Regina rushes towards the fae, as she tries to pull up Maleficent. Understanding the gravity of Maleficent's situation, she looks over and sees Maleficent drop her staff for the sake of trying to stay on the edge. "Can't you fly or just poof onto the rooftop."

"That blasted deity...ugh, she sent a blade through my wing. I can't risk using teleportation right now." Maleficent winces in pain, still feeling the iron blade go through her wing. The sound of the rooftop crumbling can be heard, as the combined weight of Maleficent and Regina cause a small part of the rooftop to fall off. Losing her balance, Regina's grip on Maleficent loosens, as she tries to maintain the grip shortly after.

With a final, desperate effort, Maleficent tries to steady herself in Regina's hands, but the stones beneath the Queen's feet give way. Regina loses Maleficent's hands, as the fae plummets down across the multiverse, the villain's scream echoing through space-time, her body twisting in the air, the space rushing up to meet her. Her broken wing flails as she falls through space-time, across numerous timelines, lost to the Legion.

"Maleficent, no!" Regina shouts. She looks down, trying to see if there's any semblance of her left across the floating space of the multiverse. She lowers her head in shame, mourning her fallen comrade and council member, as she returns back to the battle inside the castle.

The castle's dark, imposing structure looms against the multiversal sky, lightning casting eerie shadows across its stone walls with the arrival of the Scarlet Witch. Within its fortified depths, the dungeon and other beings across the multiverse, each locked away to prevent catastrophic chaos, lie dormant, unknowing of what is about to transpire. Ares stands as a sentinel, his armor gleaming faintly in the dim light. His red glowing eyes, fierce and unyielding, survey the corridor, ensuring none of the Legion disrupt the fragile balance he and the Godheads have set out.

Ares senses the danger before he sees it. The ground trembles, a prelude to the impending catastrophe. His grip tightens on his weapon, ready to face whatever comes. The prisoners stir in their cells, sensing the imminent opportunity for freedom. Bill Cipher's triangular form glows menacingly, Dormammu's dark presence seeps through his confinement, and Apocalypse's eyes burn with ancient wrath all watching Ares in a fighting stance.

The Hela variant smirks, her gaze locked on Ares. "You're holding that sword wrong, dear!" Hela shouts, taunting Ares.

A Loki variant, his eyes filled with mischief and defiance, waits for the perfect moment to strike.

An explosion rocks the corridor, debris scattering as the walls shudder. Scarlet Witch appears, with Anakin, Sierra, Zhao, Kahrumah, Toymaker, and Baylan entering the dungeon next to her. Wanda's eyes glowing red with power. "It's time." She says, her voice dripping with intent.

Sierra co*cks her gun. "Enough games, asshole!" She points it to Ares.

Eris appears next to Wanda. "Told ya, they got a whole dungeon here."

"Traitor!" Ares roars, charging forward towards Eris, but Anakin meets him with a clash of lightsaber and sword. Their battle is intense, sparks flying as they trade blows, each determined to overpower the other.

In the chaos, Alicia attempts to go through the various prison cells, not finding any type of keypad or keyhole. "This kind of technology is beyond me."

"You also gotta realize," Eris approaches Sierra, while also dodging Ares who is trying to kill her, "the prison doesn't run on technology. Magic is our true source." Eris takes a deep breath. "I would step back!" She shouts to the Legion members present, as she places her palm out down to the hallway, as mist exists her palm and makes its way to the many prison cells housing multiversal threats. The mist stretches for miles, the dungeon long and narrow, as the sound of magic sprinkling can be heard, as the many barriers lower.

Ares, fighting off Anakin, turns around and sees what Eris is doing. "No!" He clenches his fists and makes Greek soldiers appear. "Stop her!"

The soldiers begin to charge towards Eris, as the Toymaker appears in front of her and fends off the soldiers. "Not so fast." The Toymaker grabs a pair of dice and chucks them onto the ground, as snake eyes appear, with two cobras exiting the dice, growing in size, coiling the soldiers.

Kahmunrah charges at one of them with his scythe, as he elbows one of them in the stomach, disarming his, as he uses the newly acquired sword and scythe to stab his enemies.

The cells begin to open. Bill Cipher laughs maniacally, floating out of his prison. Dormammu's dark energy surges as he begins to expand his influence. Apocalypse steps out, towering and imposing, ready to assert his dominance.

The once imprisoned Loki variant grins, joining forces with the invaders. "I knew this day would come." He says, his voice a blend of anticipation and delight.

Amara in her meditative stance, feels the barrier lowering. "Finally." Amara pats her dress down and steps out of her cage. She looks at both sides of her and sees a crocodilian Egyptian goddess and large ghost wearing a black dress with blonde hair exit their cells.

The Spot creates a portal, allowing the prisoners to move freely. The variant Chernabog's shadowy wings spread, his malevolent presence filling the space as he disappears into black frames.

As the prisoners escape, their laughter and battle cries echoing through the castle, Ares realizes the enormity of the situation. The multiverse is on the brink of collapse, and he is its last line of defense. Ares, seeing more and more prisoners being set free, looking in fear, as he runs towards the top of the staircase. "Hold them back as much as you can!" He sends dark magic to boost their stamina and strength. "Let no one leave here alive!" Before Ares leaves, he gets an idea. "To the recently escaped convicts, your crimes against the Multiverse shall be excused, a timeline can be secured for you, if you kill these new arrivals." Ares grins and leaves.

Hearing Ares' promise, Baylan turns around and sees General Kai charging at him with his jade sheathes, dodging them and battle him with him lightsaber.

Wanda, flying through the dungeon and fighting off prisoners, chucking her magic down at Kylo Ren and Night King variant. She looks around for Amara and hopes to find her. Amara feels someone watching her, and looks up and sees Wanda flying towards her. "Wanda..."

"Amara...we finally found you." Wanda smiles. "It's been too long."

"900 years or so." Amara replies.

"That long? You still look the same." Wanda responds, looking at her impressed. "What happened to you?"

"Let's focus on getting out of here first, then I'll answer all your questions." Amara turns into a cloud of smoke and flies off, dodging the prisoners.

Up above, Loki continues to fight enemies, when he looks over and sees Ares charging at Abomination, attempting to pierce his sword through the monster.

"I sent you down there! What happened?" Loki asks, fighting off Fire Nation soldiers.

Before Ares could have a chance to answer, the ground begins to tremble, as the Chernabog variant breaking through the floor from below in the dungeon, as he summons fire from his hands and throws them everywhere.

"No..." Loki's eyes widen in fear, as he is yanked by his leg by Abomination, and swung and smacked into the ground. "Not...again!" He groans in pain as Abomination jolts his head and begins to fight against Ares.

"What the hell is this?!" Uh-Oa shouts, as she is blast by Shadow Balls made by Mewtwo, who appears in the air. She swings her torch, as flames spew from her torch to block Mewtwo's attacks.

The chaos intensifies as the prisoners, freed from their confinements, begin to realize the power vacuum, as they take their fight from the dungeon upstairs. Now a three-way battle consisting of the Legion of Chaos vs. The Council of Godheads vs. Multiversal Prisoners, the castle becomes a battlefield, with alliances forming and shattering in an instant. The air crackles with energy and the roars of conflict, as the various forces, driven by their own ambitions and grudges, fight for their survival.

Bill Cipher, sensing an opportunity to sow discord, levitates into the air, cackling. "Why escape when we can have some fun?" He taunts, his voice echoing, as he grows in size. He fires magic at a stormtrooper, turning him to stone. He grabs the statue and scratches his back with it. "Oh yeah, that's the spot." He sighs in relaxation. He dodges a blast of magic thrown at him by Dormammu, and drops the statue. "That's all the time I have for today! Remember, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye!" He disappears in a bright flash, escaping the castle.

Dormammu, expanding his dark influence, clashes with Apocalypse. "You will not leave this castle alive! This will all fall to the Dark Dimension!" Dormammu growls, his eldritch power colliding with Apocalypse's raw strength.

Apocalypse laughs, a deep, resonant sound. "You overestimate your power, demon!" He replies, unleashing a torrent of energy that shakes the foundations of the castle.

Hela, her white necroswords gleaming in the glow of the multiversal space above, finds herself facing off against a Strange variant. "You think your dark magic can match my Asgardian might?" she challenges, her swords slicing through the air.

Dr. Strange smirks, his eyes glowing with malevolent intent. "I've seen the end of worlds, caused some of 'em," Strange shrugs, "you're just a minor inconvenience." He retorts, casting a spell that sends serpents flying towards Hela.

General Kai, jade blades at the ready, charges into the fray, targeting Arceus. "Your psychic powers are nothing compared to my chi." He boasts, his blades cutting through the air.

Arceus' eyes glow, as he sends Kai crashing into the wall. "Underestimating me will be your downfall!" The Pokémon declares, his psychic aura flaring.

Meanwhile, Chernabog's dark wings spread wide as he battles Set, the Egyptian god of chaos. "You dare challenge me?" Chernabog roars, his shadowy form looming.

Set grins wickedly, his eyes gleaming. "I would be a fool not to, Slavic God." He replies, conjuring a storm of sand and lightning that engulfs them both.

The Spot, darting between locations in the castle, finds himself face to face with Omega, he ancient presence bold and intimidating. "Running won't save you," Omega warns, his voice cold and calculating.

The Spot laughs, creating a portal beneath Omega's feet. "I'm not running. I'm just getting started." He quips, as the portal causes Omega to fall down. "Bye, bye."

As the brawls intensify, the search party begins to realize this jail break could work to their advantage. Scarlet Witch fights off the Son of Mortis and holds back his blade. "We need to figure out how to end this!"

In the shadows, the Joker watches with glee, his manic laughter echoing. "Who needs a plan when this type of chaos is so much fun?" He muses, as he rushes towards a Nebula variant, stabbing her in the neck with his butterfly knife, as he attempts to break her metallic arm.

"Wrong move, asshole." Nebula says, contorting her body towards the Joker.

Rose the Hat, her eyes dark and cunning, sidles up to Grindelwald. "We have to shut Loki's operations down and also stop these prisoners. If they follow us back, they will unravel everything we've built." She suggests, her voice smooth and persuasive.

Grindelwald nods, his mind already calculating. "Agreed. Let's use this to our advantage, let's try and get them off one by one." He says, his gaze turning to the battling forces. He fires his wand towards an oncoming Asgardian soldier.

As the prisoners and invaders eye each other warily, the castle trembles again. More prisoners continue to leave the dungeon, and new threats emerge. A Thanos variant, wielding the Infinity Gauntlet, steps through the opening in the ground, his presence casting a shadow. "It seems I've missed the fun." He clenches his fist, as the stone begin to glow.

Wanda looks over and sees Thanos. "You..." She rolls her eyes and drains the Infinity Stones of their power, consuming them within her. "Oh, and you have a Soul Stone. Where'd you get it."

"I won't...tell you...witch." Thanos grunts.

Wanda telepathically reads his mind. "Vormir. Thank you." She drains the stones and uses her enhanced magic to wither Thanos away, peeling off his armor, purple skin, muscles, and bones.

A Darkseid variant, clade in blue and gray armor emerges from down below, his Omega Beams crackling. "This place will suit nicely for my conquest." He declares, his voice a promise of doom.

Amara appears in a cloud of smoke and stands in front of Darkseid. "Oh, this is gonna be so satisfying. I only had one chance to kill you. I've thought of all the other ways to kill you." Amara enters Darkseid's mouth in her cloud form, as Darkseid falls over and begins to twitch, feeling his guts and internal organs moving around and being manipulated. Amara goes towards Darkseid's heart stops blood flow, causing Darkseid to go into cardiac arrest.

The chaos in the castle escalates with the arrival of more prisoners, each seeking to exploit the situation for their gain. The walls vibrate with power, and the very air feels charged with impending catastrophe.

Melina and her Black Widows fight off against Kalypso, who tries to hit them with her staff.

Wanda flies over and waves her telepathic energy into Kalypso. "Amara told me you were helping us, let's see how true it is." Wanda looks into Kalypso's mind and sees a vision of her and Eris talking, as she sees images of Kalypso being an alibi and creating a fake puppet of Eris. "Impressive..." Wanda smirks. "She's with us, ladies." Wanda says to Melina.

The Black Widows nod and continue their fight elsewhere.

From a silver portal, Ultron strides in, his metal form gleaming ominously. "This is it...the end of time. The end of all realities, all timelines, they all end in one place." He declares, his mechanical voice devoid of emotion.

He blasts red beams at Vecna, who stops them telepathically and redirects them elsewhere. "You will not leave this realm alive, robot."

In another corner, the Predator and the Alien Queen face off, their age-old rivalry reigniting. The Predator's cloaking device flickers as he prepares his plasma cannon, while the Alien Queen hisses, her acidic saliva dripping menacingly.

Sutekh uses his powers to attempt to strike and overpower Arceus, who deflects it with a brilliant shield of energy.

Arceus retaliates with a blast of divine power, forcing Sutekh to take cover behind a crumbling wall. "You dare challenge a god? I created all of my universe!" Arceus thunders. He sends his tendrils out and shoots them across all corners of the castle.

Azula lands down on the ground and begins to blast lightning from her fingertips and fire from her mouth towards Wenwu.

Wenwu counters with a blast of the Ten Rings, sending the princess reeling. "I am beyond your strength, girl. You will show me respect."

In the midst of the fray, the Toymaker dances and fights off various prisoners before a woman grabs his wrist, stopping him from attacking her. "Brother? I thought I recognized you from your nihilistic dancing."

"Hecuba?" The Toymaker looks in shock. "Is that meine sister?"

"Hiya, daddy!" Says a woman walking up behind Hecuba, wearing a piano themed dressed.

"Maestro..." The Toymaker says, disgruntled. "Come to kill me?"

"On the contrary, why kill family." Hecuba asks. "Let's do what we do best." She winks at them.

Maestro pulls out a bugle, as a music sheet comes flying out and attacks nearby enemies, whacking them and dragging them out of the castle.

Rising from the dungeon, the Borg Queen steps out, her voice a chilling monotone. "Resistance is futile!" She declares, directing drones to assimilate any fallen villains. She clashes with Ahmanet, who uses her dark magic to fend off the cybernetic threat.

"May the sands of Egypt aid in my fight!" Ahmanet calls out, using her dagger to summon a gust of sand against the Borg Queen.

In the thick of the fight, Mephisto appears, his devilish grin wide. "So much delicious chaos." He muses, feeding off the despair and anger. He confronts Amara, their powers clashing in a spectacular display of dark energy.

"Bit of a decorum you have on yourself." Amara quips, as she throws lightning at Mephisto. The two engage in a battle of lightning and fire as the two beings go at one another. "I haven't used my powers on anyone in some time. I'm going to revel in this."

The castle's intensity magnifies as more powerful entities and multiversal threats converge, each adding their unique brand of chaos to the already tumultuous scene.

From the depths of the castle, Freddy Krueger emerges, his bladed glove gleaming in the dim light. "Welcome to my nightmare!" He steps towards Rose the Hat, who counters with her own sinister mental powers, the two engaging in a terrifying duel of wits and fear.

Carrigan Crittenden appears in her ghost form through the floor and punches her way through Egyptian soldiers. "Walk like an Egyptian!" She shouts, cackling, as she feels orange electricity crackling through her torso.

"I have seen my share of ghosts," Gozer says, using her powers on Carrigan, "you must truly be something special if you ended up here. What is your unfinished business?"

"Unfinished business?" Carrigan scoffs, flipping her hair. "I have no unfinished business. I have my mansion, the world, ruling the pits of Hell. I'm...just...perfect." She smirks and lets out a cackling, before feeling an amplified power from Gozer. "Wait, wait, I lied!" She feels the electricity creeping up on her. "I have unfinished business, lots of unfinished business! I'm not ready to cross over yet! Wait, don't take me away, you rotten, vicious bitch!" With one last push from Gozer, Carrigan's ghost is consumed, flying into Gozer's mouth, as Carrigan lets out one last scream, as she explodes into white sparks inside Gozer's body.

Hades strides in, his presence chilling but with a hint of suave. "Daddy's home! And once I get outta this place, Imma tell my Overtaker friends all about this place, and we're gonna kick your asses!" He shouts, his flames turning from blue to red, summoning undead warriors to join the fray. He faces off against the Night King, their legions of undead clashing in a dark and icy battle.

Kronos, the mighty Titan, rises from the ground, his massive form towering over the battlefield. "I will reclaim my throne!" He roars, swinging his scythe at any who dare approach him. He clashes with Dormammu, their powers of time and dark magic intertwining in a cataclysmic confrontation.

Joining the melee, Morgoth, the first Dark Lord, steps forth, his crown gleaming. "All shall fall before me!" he proclaims, targeting Judge Doom, who fights off Morgoth with a golden sword against Morgoth's iron sword.

Goku, in his Super Saiyan Blue form, bursts onto the scene, his energy blazing. "This ends now!" He declares, charging at Lady Tremaine with incredible speed and power. Tremaine sees Goku charging towards her and uses her wand to open a portal, which Goku flies through, sending him elsewhere.

She takes deep breaths, realizing the feat she just pulled. "My word..." She looks down at the wand and smirks. "Dark forces, be with me." She looks over at a Pegasus and begins to duel against the creature.

In another corner of the castle, the Hulk, in his World Breaker form, charges into the fray, his roars echoing. He takes on the Abomination, their titanic battle causing the ground to quake with each powerful blow. "Blonsky! I killed you."

"Got the wrong guy, mate!" He growls, as he faces off against the Hulk.

As the battle rages on, even more powerful beings join the fray, each one adding to the chaos and destruction. The battlefield is a swirling maelstrom of power, ambition, and raw energy, with the fate of the multiverse hanging precariously in the balance. The alliances are fragile, and the outcome uncertain as these mighty forces clash in an epic struggle for dominance.

The Toymaker makes his way across the field, turning enemies into puppets. He comes across a T-Rex infused with a Venom symbiote, as the T-Rex roars. "My, my, my, what a giant lizard, ya?"

Maestro pulls out a conductor's stick, as she orchestrates music throughout the battle, whipping various enemies with her music notes. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Maestro smirks, seeing the T-Rex. She summons a cello and begins to play the instrument, as the music notes wrap around the dinosaur's leg, dragging the beast inside the instrument.

As June and Nyla prepare to face their opponent, a cybernetically enhanced version of Rocket Raccoon from a distant cyberpunk universe steps forward. The diminutive yet formidable raccoon, equipped with advanced cybernetic enhancements and weaponry, presents a unique challenge for the duo.

June narrows her eyes, assessing the cybernetic Rocket Raccoon's capabilities. "Nyla, this one's going to be tricky. Stay alert." She murmurs, her voice filled with determination.

The cybernetic Rocket Raccoon, with his mechanical limbs and glowing cybernetic eyes, lets out a series of electronic growls, signaling his readiness for the battle ahead. "Oh, yeah." He prepares a hand-cannon. "This is gonna be fun!"

The brawl erupts into a flurry of action as Rocket Raccoon unleashes a barrage of high-tech gadgets and energy blasts, forcing June and Nyla to dodge and counter with precision. June's whip crackles through the air, deflecting energy blasts and creating openings for Nyla to pounce and strike.

Nyla, with her agile movements and keen instincts, engages in a fast-paced dance of combat with the cybernetic Rocket Raccoon. Her claws and teeth find purchase on Rocket's cybernetic armor, while Rocket counters with swift strikes and technological trickery.

June utilizes her whip to disrupt Rocket's targeting systems and disrupt his attacks, creating opportunities for Nyla to exploit. The battle becomes a test of agility, strategy, and teamwork as June and Nyla work in tandem to outmaneuver their cybernetic foe.

Despite Rocket Raccoon's advanced technology and cunning tactics, June and Nyla's synergy and combat prowess prove to be a formidable match. With a final coordinated assault, Nyla extends her lounge, as she is able to disable Rocket Raccoon's cybernetic systems, licking him in the raccoon part of his body, leaving him deactivated, twitching, and defeated on the castle floor. June stands victorious, her whip coiled at her side, while Nyla lets out a triumphant roar.

World Breaker Hulk, his green skin glowing with an ominous, almost radioactive energy, stands face to face with Abomination. Their eyes lock in a deadly stare, muscles tensing in anticipation of the imminent battle.

Abomination sneers, his voice a guttural growl. "Ready to be broken, Hulk? I've waited for this. I've killed nine Hulks in my lifetime across the multiverse."

Hulk's eyes blaze with an inner fire, his voice a deep, resonant roar. "Hulk is the strongest there is. You will fall."

With a roar that shakes the castle, Abomination charges, his massive fists aimed at Hulk's head. Hulk meets his charge with equal ferocity, their fists colliding in an explosion of force that sends shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

The two titans grapple, their enormous forms a blur of green and mottled flesh. Abomination swings a powerful haymaker, but Hulk ducks, countering with a devastating uppercut that sends Abomination staggering backward.

Roaring in fury, Abomination recovers quickly, lunging at Hulk with claws extended. Hulk catches Abomination's wrists, muscles bulging as he forces his enemy's arms apart. With a mighty heave, Hulk slams Abomination into the ground, creating a crater beneath him.

"You think that can stop me?" Abomination snarls, rising from the rubble and launching himself at Hulk with relentless aggression. "You never deserved this power! You will never have the power I possess now with what this serum has done for me."

Hulk meets him head-on, their fists colliding again and again in a brutal exchange. Abomination lands a solid punch to Hulk's jaw, sending him reeling. But Hulk's eyes flare with unyielding rage, his strength only growing with each passing second.

"Enough!" Hulk bellows, his voice echoing through the battlefield. Out of frustration, he grabs a Greek solider and rips his body in half, swinging his upper body towards Anakin, who slices it with his saber.

Drawing on the limitless power within, Hulk grabs Abomination by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Abomination struggles, his blows becoming frantic and less effective against Hulk's escalating fury. He punches the Hulk in the chest at quick speeds, slowly causing him to bleed, as his fists begin to bleed also, his knuckles slowing being exposed.

With a roar that seems to shake the very fabric of reality, Hulk slams Abomination into the ground with such force that the castle trembles and cracks, causing those inside the castle to lose their balance.

Abomination lies in the crater, gasping for breath, his strength rapidly fading. Hulk looms over him, his eyes burning with a fiery determination. "Not...like this..." Abomination wheezes, his defiance giving way to one last effort to take down his enemy.

Hulk raises his foot high, then brings it down with all his might, crushing Abomination's chest with a final, earth-shattering stomp. The ground shakes one last time, and then all is still. Abomination's body lies broken and lifeless, his ribs pressing into his heart, a testament to Hulk's unmatched power.

Hulk stands victorious, his chest heaving with exertion, the glow of his power slowly subsiding. He raises his head to the sky and lets out a triumphant roar, a declaration of his dominance and the end of his enemy. The battlefield falls silent for a moment, as allies and enemies alike acknowledge the might of the World Breaker Hulk.

As the tremors from Hulk's final blow against Abomination subside, a new threat emerges. Baylan Skoll, Shin Hati, the Black Fairy and Admiral Zhao step forward, their expressions steely and determined. They have witnessed Hulk's immense power and know that now, as his rage subsides, is the time to strike.

Baylan raises his lightsaber, the crimson blade humming ominously. "You may have defeated Abomination, but you are far from invincible."

Shin with her own lightsaber igniting with a deadly hiss, smirks. "We've seen you at your peak. Now, we'll see how you fare as your strength wanes."

Admiral Zhao, clad in his Fire Nation armor, stands ready, flames flickering at his fingertips. "Let's finish this."

The Black Fairy grins, as she pulls out her wand, blasting magic from her hand and her free hand towards the Hulk, sending him back.

Hulk, his breathing still labored but his resolve unwavering, growls lowly, fights back against the magic blasting at him. "Hulk will smash you all."

Baylan and Shin move first, their lightsabers slashing through the air in coordinated strikes. Hulk parries with his massive forearms, the energy blades cutting shallow wounds into his tough skin. He swings a massive fist at Baylan, who deftly dodges, while Shin strikes at Hulk's side, scoring a hit.

Hulk roars in pain and frustration, his swings becoming more frantic as he tries to catch the agile Force users. Meanwhile, Zhao circles around, gathering his firebending energy. With a swift motion, he unleashes a torrent of flames at Hulk, who barely has time to brace himself.

The flames engulf Hulk, and he bellows in pain, but his rage ignites once more, momentarily restoring some of his strength. He leaps towards Zhao, smashing the ground where the admiral stood a second before. Zhao rolls away, his agility saving him from the devastating blow.

Shin seizes the moment, leaping onto Hulk's back and driving her lightsaber into his shoulder. Hulk howls, reaching back and grabbing her, flinging her off with brute force. She lands gracefully, regrouping with Baylan, who nods in silent agreement.

Baylan and Shin then attack in unison, their lightsabers a blur of red light. Hulk is pushed back, struggling to fend off their relentless assault. Zhao joins the fray again, launching precise jets of fire that sear Hulk's skin and distract him further.

"Now!" Zhao shouts, directing a concentrated stream of fire at Hulk's face. Hulk raises his arms to shield himself, roaring in defiance.

Baylan takes advantage of Hulk's momentary distraction, leaping forward and driving his lightsaber deep into Hulk's abdomen. Hulk gasps, his knees buckling under the combined assault.

Hulk swings wildly, but his blows lack the power they once held. Baylan and Shin step back, their lightsabers poised for the finishing strike. Zhao stands ready, his flames still dancing around his hands. His body trembling, collapses to one knee. He looks up at his adversaries, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and exhaustion. "Hulk...never...gives up," he growls.

Baylan narrows his eyes, his expression resolute. "And neither do we." Baylan and Shin drive their lightsabers into Hulk's chest in a synchronized strike, while Zhao unleashes a final blast of fire. Hulk's roar of defiance fades as he falls to the ground, the mighty World Breaker finally subdued by the combined efforts of his enemies. To ensure his true defeat, Baylan and Shin raise him up with the Force and send him flying through a wall of the castle, out into space.

Artemisia engages in a duel of swords with several Greek soldiers, as she drop kicks them and stabs them with their own weapons. She picks up a sword and begins to slash and behead many of her enemies.

In the chaos of the battle raging within the castle, two formidable figures cross paths, a large, tall man with pink hair, and Regina. Their eyes lock, and an unspoken challenge passes between them.

The man smirks, pulling out a wand he pulls from inside a large carpetbag. "Well, well, well, I'm guessing based on your appearance, its the Evil Queen herself. You must have something valuable on you. Care to share?"

Regina's eyes narrow, and she raises her hand, fireballs crackling at her fingertips. "You've made a mistake...uh, who are you?"

"Name's Jack, Jack Horner!" Jack points a wand at Regina. "I can also accept 'Death', 'Oh Great and Powerful', and 'The Coolest!'"

With a flick of her wrist, Regina sends a blast of dark magic hurtling towards Jack. He counters quickly, using a shield spell from one of his enchanted artifacts. The magic collides, creating a shockwave that ripples through the hall.

Jack's grin widens as he pulls out a handful of enchanted beans from his pocket, tossing them at Regina. They sprout instantly, transforming into enormous beanstalks that twist and writhe, attempting to ensnare her. Regina teleports out of their reach, reappearing behind Jack and launching another attack.

Ivy looks over and sees the beanstalk growing, as she uses her powers to direct the stalks towards Loki, who blasts through the stalk, causing it to dissipate.

"You think you can stop me with parlor tricks? Your just a collector. You don't have any actual powers." Regina taunts, her voice dripping with disdain.

Jack ducks just in time, dodging the blast and rolling to his feet. "Oh, I'm just getting started." He retorts, brandishing a sword still inside it's rock casing. "Behold, Excalibur!" He holds it up in the air. "Yeah, I couldn't get this rock off of it, but it's still pretty cool, right?"

Regina conjures a barrier of dark energy, the sword swinging against it like a baseball bat. She then waves her hand, and the ground beneath Jack's feet begins to crack and crumble. He leaps aside, narrowly avoiding falling into a chasm of darkness, as Fire Nation soldiers and Egyptian soldiers fall down, being victim to the chasm.

"Not bad, Queenie!" Jack admits, panting slightly. "But I've got more tricks up my sleeve."

With a flourish, Jack drinks a potion from the bag, enveloping himself in a protective aura. He charges at Regina, swinging the sword with ferocious strength. Regina counters with a blast of fire, the two forces colliding in a dazzling display of magic and power.

As the battle intensifies, Horner's relentless attacks begin to wear Regina down. She hurls a massive fireball at him, but Jack deflects it with a mirror shield, sending the flames ricocheting around the room. Regina's eyes widen in frustration as she realizes she's underestimated her opponent.

Jack sees his chance and lunges forward, knocking Regina to the ground and pinning her with the stone at her throat. "Looks like I win!" He says, breathing heavily but triumphant.

Jack hesitates, his eyes flicking to the ongoing battle around them. An idea sparks in his head. "Or..." He says, lowering the stone slightly, "maybe we don't have to be enemies. You've got power, and I've got... well, everything else. How about we join forces?"

Regina's eyes narrow, but there's a spark of curiosity there. "And why would I ever trust you? You just held a rock to my neck."

Jack grins. "You don't have to trust me. Just think about it. You look like you're a part of some pretty cool crowds. Plus, I do have my ways of getting artifacts." He shows off the stone, swinging it at Sutekh, who is sent flying back.

Regina's eyes flicker with intrigue. She considers his words, the allure of power and control tempting her. Finally, she nods, a sly smile forming on her lips. "Very well, Jack Horner. Let's see what chaos we can create together." She gets up and forms two fireballs in her hands, as Jack Horner pulls out a crossbow with unicorn horns instead of arrows.

In a dimly lit corridor of the castle, a green cat with orange strips and purple armor prowls with fierce determination. His green fur bristles with energy, his sharp claws ready for battle. Suddenly, a noise catches his attention. Emerging from the shadows, Shere Khan steps forward, flanked by Kaa, both radiating an ominous glow.

Kaa's eyes swirl with mesmerizing colors as he sways slightly. "Yesss, little Bkitty, we have a ssspecial treat for you!" She hisses, her voice dripping with malevolence.

Shere Khan's lips curl into a predatory grin. "You should have stayed in your jungle, cat. Your life belongs to us now." Khan extends his claws, now glowing with green magic. "A bit of a boost of power provided to us by the fae, Maleficent."

The cat snarls, his muscles tensing. "You'll find I, Battle Cat, am not so easy to scare off, tiger."

With a mighty roar, Battle Cat charges at Shere Khan, but the enhanced tiger is ready. Shere Khan moves with supernatural speed, sidestepping Battle Cat's attack and slashing his side with magically sharpened claws. Battle Cat growls in pain but quickly recovers, swinging his powerful tail at Shere Khan, who dodges again, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight.

Kaa slithers forward, her body undulating with serpentine grace. "Let ussss make thissss interesssting." She hisses, launching herself at Battle Cat, her enhanced strength evident as she wraps her coils around the feline warrior.

Battle Cat struggles against Kaa's constricting grip, his powerful limbs straining. "Get off me, snake!" He roars, trying to break free.

Shere Khan takes advantage of Battle Cat's momentary distraction, leaping onto his back and sinking his fangs into the vulnerable spot between his shoulder blades. Battle Cat roars in agony, bucking wildly, but the combined strength of the magically boosted Shere Khan and Kaa is too much.

"Yesss, feel our powers." Kaa whispers, his coils tightening even more. "Ssssuccumb to ussss."

Shere Khan releases his bite and snarls triumphantly. "This is the end for you. You were never a match for us."

Summoning all his remaining strength, Battle Cat thrashes violently, managing to dislodge Kaa for a brief moment. But before he can regain his footing, Shere Khan pounces again, pinning him to the ground. Kaa quickly regroups and re-coils around Battle Cat's limbs, immobilizing him completely.

Defeated and exhausted, Battle Cat growls weakly. "You may have won this fight, but you won't take the castle."

Shere Khan chuckles darkly. "The castle was never our goal, foolish feline. Just one who resides within the castle. Once we release her, we shall return to take everything."

Kaa's eyes glint with a wicked satisfaction. "Yesss, everything."

With Battle Cat subdued, Shere Khan and Kaa, their powers amplified by dark magic, stand victorious over their fallen enemy.

Thrawn uses his hand to hand against a figure moving with incredible agility and precision, Shaolin monk and powerful martial artist.

The monk's movements are a blur of speed and skill as he effortlessly dispatches opponents with his lightning-fast strikes and acrobatic maneuvers. Thrawn, recognizing the threat the monk poses, prepares himself for the impending clash.

Their eyes meet across the battlefield, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead. Thrawn, with his strategic mind and combat training, assesses Liu Kang's fighting style and prepares to face the formidable martial artist head-on.

Liu Kang, launching a series of rapid strikes. "You face Liu Kang, a warrior of the Shaolin!"

Thrawn, deflecting the blows with calculated precision. "Impressive, but predictability is your downfall."

Liu Kang, adjusting his strategy. "You underestimate the power of my training!"

Thrawn, analyzing Liu Kang's movements. "Your training is formidable, but strategy prevails over brute force."

Their battle intensifies, each combatant pushing themselves to their limits Liu Kang, landing a powerful kick. "You cannot outwit the Shaolin!"

Thrawn, countering with a calculated maneuver. "Precision and strategy always triumph." The clash continues, the sounds of their combat echoing through the castle halls:

Liu Kang, with determination in his voice. "I will not yield to your tactics!"

Thrawn, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Your resilience is commendable, but victory requires more than strength." Thrawn's combat expertise allows him to defend against Liu Kang's attacks with calculated precision, blocking and parrying the rapid assaults. He analyzes Liu Kang's movements, searching for patterns and weaknesses to exploit.

In a decisive moment, Thrawn seizes an opening and lands a strategic blow. Despite Liu Kang's speed and agility, Thrawn's strategic thinking gives him an edge in the battle. He counters Liu Kang's strikes with well-timed maneuvers, using the environment to his advantage and creating openings in Liu Kang's defenses.

With a swift and precise follow-up, Thrawn capitalizes on Liu Kang's momentary lapse, landing a decisive blow that forces Liu Kang's heart to stop.

Xu Wenwu and Miles Quaritch face off in a ruined section of the castle, the Ten Rings glowing on Wenwu's arms as Quaritch looms in his massive AMP suit, its mechanical joints whirring ominously. The air crackles with tension as they circle each other.

Wenwu's eyes narrow, his voice cold. "You think your machine will save you, soldier? You underestimate true power."

Quaritch grins, his voice amplified through the suit's speakers. "I've seen plenty of 'power' in my time, I've seen true power now. Let's see how your fancy rings hold up against some real firepower."

With a roar, Wenwu launches himself at Quaritch, the Ten Rings extending from his arms like deadly whips. Quaritch raises the AMP suit's massive arms, deflecting the blows with reinforced metal. The impact reverberates through the air, sparks flying.

Quaritch fires back with the suit's powerful arm cannon, forcing Wenwu to dodge and weave. "You're fast, I'll give you that." Quaritch taunts. "But let's see you do against this."

He slams a control lever, and the AMP suit's fist rockets forward, catching Wenwu off guard. The blow lands with a thunderous crash, sending Wenwu sprawling.

Wenwu struggles to rise, the Ten Rings flickering. "You...will regret this." He hisses, but Quaritch is relentless.

"Not today," Quaritch replies, his grin widening. "Say goodnight, old man."

With a final, devastating punch, Quaritch's AMP suit crushes Wenwu to the ground. The Ten Rings scatter, their glow fading. Quaritch stands victorious, towering over his fallen opponent, ready to face the next challenge. He picks up the rings with his suit's hand and puts them in a small box within the chest.

Captain Hook locks into a sword fight with an alternate version of him, appearing cartoonish and consumed with dark veins and decaying hair. "What manner of sorcery is this?" Hook asks.

"Tis no illusion, James," the alternate Hook responds, "I dwell from a world where we kill Maleficent and take the power of her Heartless and control all of Kingdom Hearts! None were able to stop us!"

"Kingdom Hearts? Heartless?" Hook scoffs and laughs. "You speak such nonsense, Hook!" The two continue their swordfight.

Iracebeth, the Red Queen, marches forward with her card soldiers in tow. Their stiff, paper-like bodies rustle as they move in formation, swords at the ready. Suddenly, a figure steps out from the gloom, his presence commanding.

Iracebeth halts, her eyes narrowing. "Who dares stand in our way?" She screeches, her high-pitched voice echoing off the stone walls.

The man's voice is calm, but filled with authority. "I am Paul Atreides. Your reign of terror ends here."

With a flick of her wrist, Iracebeth commands her card soldiers to attack. They surge forward, blades flashing. Paul moves with grace and precision, his crysknife a blur as he deflects their strikes. Each card soldier that falls seems to stiffen before crumbling to the ground in a cascade of red and black.

Iracebeth watches in horror as her forces dwindle. "No! Protect your queen, you fools!"

Paul's movements are too swift, his strikes too precise. In a desperate bid, Iracebeth raises her scepter, its jewel glowing ominously. "Let's see how you handle this, desert rat!" She yells, unleashing a burst of red lightning towards Paul.

Paul dodges the attack with ease, the energy blast hitting the wall behind him and causing a minor explosion. "Your tricks won't save you." He warns, closing the distance between them.

The Red Queen's eyes dart around, realizing she is outmatched. "Retreat!" She commands, turning to flee. Her remaining card soldiers attempt to cover her escape, but they fall one by one to Paul's relentless assault. Paul advances, but Iracebeth uses the chaos to slip away, her heart pounding. "This isn't over," she mutters to herself, disappearing into the shadows with a handful of card soldiers, her escape narrow but successful.

Paul watches them go, his expression stoic. "Run while you can." He murmurs, readying himself for the next confrontation, going towards a stormtrooper and engaging with them.

King Shark roars, as he fights against a being with green tentacles on his face and read armor. King Shark's massive form looms over the alien, his razor-sharp teeth bared in a menacing grin. "You're in for a real feeding frenzy!" King Shark growls, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber.

With his mechanical armor and piercing gaze, the alien remains unfazed. "You may be strong, but you're no match for the might of Vilgax!" He declares, activating his armor's weapons systems.

The clash begins as King Shark charges forward, his immense strength propelling him with incredible speed. Vilgax retaliates with energy blasts from his gauntlets, but King Shark shrugs them off, his durable skin deflecting the attacks.

As they engage in a brutal melee, King Shark's sheer brute force and ferocity give him the upper hand. He delivers bone-crushing punches and bites, overwhelming Vilgax with relentless aggression.

"You're just a big fish in a small pond." Vilgax taunts, trying to regain control of the fight with calculated strikes from his advanced weaponry.

King Shark roars in response, his primal instincts fueling his attacks. With a powerful sweep of his massive tail, he sends Vilgax crashing into a nearby wall, denting the sturdy structure with the impact.

"You're the one out of your depth." King Shark retorts, closing in for the final blow.

Vilgax, struggling to stand, activates a last-ditch effort to repel King Shark. But the hybrid shark-human is relentless, pummeling Vilgax with devastating blows until the alien warlord is unable to continue the fight.

With Vilgax defeated, King Shark stands victorious, his primal victory roar echoing through the chamber. He picks up the alien and bites his head off.

In the grand hall of the castle, Ares squares off against Kalypso. The room is illuminated by flickering torches, casting long shadows as the two deities circle each other, their eyes locked in a fierce glare.

Ares smirks, hefting his massive sword. "You dare betray me, Kalypso?"

Kalypso's eyes glint with determination. "The worlds are boundless, Ares. Just as my power is not confined to the chaos within my universe."

With a roar, Ares charges, swinging his sword in a deadly arc. Kalypso raises her staff, deflecting the blow with a spray of shimmering lighting. The force of the clash reverberates through the hall, shaking the very walls.

Ares presses his attack, each strike powerful and relentless. Kalypso moves gracefully, evading his blows with fluid motions. She summons waves of water with the staff that crash against Ares, slowing his advances. "Is this all the mighty God of War can muster?" She taunts, her voice echoing like the roar of the ocean.

Ares snarls, his eyes blazing with fury. "You will regret those words!" He lunges forward, but Kalypso is ready. She sidesteps, her staff glowing with a brilliant blue light.

With a swift motion, she thrusts the staff forward, sending a surge of fire crashing into Ares. He stumbles, momentarily blinded by the smoke. Seizing the opportunity, Kalypso strikes again, the end of her staff piercing through his armor with a burst of energy.

Ares roars in pain, dropping to one knee. "This... cannot be." He gasps, blood trickling from the wound.

Kalypso steps back, her eyes cold. "It's over, Ares." She lowers her staff and steps away, her smile turning into a smirk. "I never was truly loyal to the Council. My place is with the Legion of Chaos."

From the shadows, Eris steps forward, clapping slowly. "Well done, Kalypso. You've proven yourself worthy."

Ares's eyes widen in realization. "Eris...Kalypso...you... traitors..."

Eris laughs, a sound filled with malice. "Oh, Ares, it's not betrayal. It's just... realignment." She gestures to Kalypso. "Welcome to the Legion, in proper, dear sister."

Kalypso nods, her eyes gleaming with a new purpose. "Together, we will bring a new regime to this chaotic multiverse."

Ares, weakened and betrayed, watches helplessly as Kalypso and Eris turn their backs on him. The two goddesses walk away, leaving Ares to collapse on the cold stone floor, the sounds of battle continuing to rage around him.

Scarecrow uses his fear toxins to spray a Wonder Woman variant, one who is more ruthless. "You're not afraid of much, Diana, you are afraid of what you will become once your world is done providing you with more blood for your blade! Brave hero...your worse fear is becoming a villain in the story!"

"To Hades with your mind games!" Diana shouts, pulling out her sword.

"Someone call?" Hades asks, hearing his name. With no one responding, Hades shrugs and continues to fight Fire Nation soldiers.

"Classic anger displacement." Crane sprays Diana with more toxin. "We shall continue your therapy!" Scarecrow appears as a monstrous figure with fire inside his body, as he charges towards Diana.

In the dimly lit depths of the castle, in the now empty dungeon, the air grows cold as two ancient beings prepare to face off. A malevolent skeletal figure, stands silently, his green flames flickering ominously. Across from him, Sutekh glares with green eyes that burn like embers, his form towering and imposing.

The silence is shattered by Sutekh's voice, deep and resonant. "You are nothing but a remnant of a forgotten world, Lich. I am the harbinger of true chaos."

The Lich's hollow eyes gleam with dark intent. "Chaos? You know nothing of true destruction, Sutekh. I am the end of all things."

With a roar, Sutekh unleashes a wave of fiery energy, the ground beneath him cracking and splitting. The Lich counters with a surge of necrotic power, the green flames expanding and colliding with Sutekh's attack. The clash of energies sends shockwaves through the hall, the walls trembling under the strain.

Sutekh steps forward, his power intensifying. "I will reduce you to ashes, creature!" He raises his arms, summoning a storm of dark energy that swirls around him, ready to engulf the Lich.

Before the storm can be unleashed, a dark presence fills the room. Amara emerges from the shadows, her form ethereal and commanding. "Enough!" She declares, her voice echoing with authority. "This conflict serves no purpose."

Sutekh hesitates, his eyes narrowing. "What is this interference, sister of Yahweh?"

Amara glides between the two combatants, her presence forcing them to momentarily lower their attacks. "The Lich and I share a common goal: the end of all things. I see potential in him, potential that you, Sutekh, fail to comprehend with the purpose of my Legion. Being a god of chaos, I would expect you to appreciate this,"

The Lich's flames burn brighter, his eyes fixed on Amara. "What are you proposing?"

Amara turns to him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Join us. The Legion of Chaos seeks to reshape the multiverse. Your power, combined with ours, will bring about the true end."

Sutekh snarls, his rage palpable. "You dare align with this abomination, Amara? He is a mere shadow compared to me."

Amara's gaze shifts to Sutekh, her expression unreadable. "And yet, shadows have their own strength. Strength that, when harnessed, can eclipse even the brightest flames."

Sutekh roars in defiance, launching himself at the Lich with renewed fury. But Amara intervenes, her dark clouds enveloping Sutekh and halting his advance. "Your time is over, Sutekh."

The Lich steps forward, his green flames flaring as he raises a hand. "Join or perish!" He intones, his voice devoid of mercy.

Bound by Amara's power, Sutekh's struggles weaken. His eyes, once filled with burning rage, now reflect the realization of his impending defeat. "You will regret this, Amara." He hisses, his voice losing strength.

Amara's smile remains cold. "Perhaps. But for now, the Legion grows stronger, and Loki won't be here to stop us."

With a final surge of energy, the Lich strikes, his necrotic flames consuming Sutekh. The god of chaos crumbles to dust, his essence absorbed into the void. The hall falls silent, the only sound the crackling of the Lich's flames. The Lich nods, his skeletal grin widening. "The end draws near."

As less and less opponents fill the castle, once a place of foreboding elegance, now a war-torn battlefield, the presence of raw energy is felt as the Scarlet Witch and the God of Stories stand at opposite ends. Their eyes lock, the weight of the multiverse hanging in the balance.

Loki narrows his eyes, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Wanda, must we resort to this?" His tone is light, but the tension in his stance betrays his concern. "I know who you are, and who you were before the Legion took you. There is an opportunity for you to step away from this."

Wanda's expression is cold, her eyes glowing with red energy. "The Legion of Chaos will reshape the multiverse, and you're the last obstacle."

Loki chuckles, a hint of sadness in his voice. "You think the Legion can control chaos? You, of all people, should know better. Chaos cannot be tamed."

With a flick of her wrist, Wanda sends a blast of chaos energy toward Loki. He dodges, weaving through the air, his form flickering with every movement. "Funny, coming from the God of Stories. Aren't you the one who thrives on chaos?"

Loki lands gracefully, summoning his daggers. "Chaos and discord were once my playground, but even I know the rules, Wanda. Your Legion will tear everything apart."

The fight begins in earnest, both combatants unleashing their full power. Wanda's hex bolts clash with Loki's conjured illusions, the room filled with flashes of red and green. Each strike shakes the very foundation of the castle, the walls cracking under the strain. "Is that all the great and powerful Scarlet Witch has to offer?"

Wanda snarls, her frustration evident. "You talk too much, Loki."

Loki laughs, even as he narrowly avoids a particularly fierce hex bolt. "It's one of my many charms." He retaliates with a burst of green energy, but Wanda deflects it effortlessly, her control over her powers absolute.

Suddenly, additional players enter the fray. Ivy strides in, her vines snaking across the floor, followed closely by Vecna, Kahmunrah, and Amara. Each exudes an aura of menace, their intentions clear.

Vecna's telepathy pulses through the air, aiming directly at Loki. "You cannot hold us all off, Trickster God!" He growls, his voice echoing with otherworldly power. He lifts a group of Loki's Asgardian soldiers nearby. "Your minds are weak!" He hisses, his grip tightening, as he contorts their muscles, breaking their bones, as the soldiers drop their spears, screaming out in pain.

Loki grits his teeth, splitting his focus. "You underestimate me!" He mutters, conjuring multiple illusions of himself to distract Vecna.

Kahmunrah laughs, his eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Let's see how your tricks fare against the power of the gods!" He lunges forward, his ancient scythe glowing with the light of the multiverse.

Loki parries the attack, barely keeping up with the onslaught. "Wanda, you brought friends. I'm flattered!" He quips, though his voice strains under the pressure.

Wanda steps closer, her eyes fixed on Loki. "This ends now, Loki." She unleashes a torrent of red energy, aiming to overwhelm him.

In the chaos, Amara steps forward, her presence commanding attention. "I sense the end approaching." She says her voice a mix of curiosity and amusem*nt. She raises a hand, and the ground trembles as her power radiates through the hall.

Loki, struggling to fend off attacks from all sides, feels the pressure mounting. "This isn't a fight, it's an execution." He mutters, his eyes darting between his opponents.

Amidst the melee, Ivy's vines lash out, entangling Loki's legs. "You've meddled in our affairs for the last time, God of Stories." She hisses, tightening her grip, as she causes thorns to grow from the vines, piercing Loki's legs.

Loki stumbles, but before he can react, Vecna's telepathy strikes him, sending him crashing into the wall. He groans, struggling to rise as his enemies close in.

Wanda approaches, her power coalescing in her hands. "This is the end, Loki," she declares, her voice filled with finality, "you won't interfere with this Legion anymore."

Loki looks up, desperation in his eyes. "Wanda, listen to me. If you destroy me, not just this illusion before you, but kill me on my throne, the multiverse will unravel. I am the one holding the timelines together."

Wanda hesitates for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "Why should I believe you?"

Loki's expression turns serious, his voice lowering. "Because it's the truth. Kill me, and the multiverse shatters. All those timelines you fought to protect will cease to exist."

Amara's face contorts with anger and confusion. "You're lying. This is just another one of your tricks, just like the lie you served me."

Loki shakes his head, genuine fear in his eyes. "No tricks. Just the harsh reality. You kill me, and you doom everything."

She stands over him, her hand glowing with lethal energy. For a moment, it seems she will deliver the final blow, but she pauses, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. "I won't kill you...I won't take you in as a prisoner either." She lowers her hand. "You are correct in one aspect." Wanda looks out the special window and sees Loki miles away holding the timelines together. "You have a part to play."

Loki, still on the ground, looks up at her, his expression a mix of relief and wariness. "What do you propose?"

Wanda's eyes blaze with determination. "You will stay on your throne, Loki. You will be nothing but a guardian of the timelines, especially our own."

Loki's eyes widen, piecing toge. "Wanda, you can't—"

She cuts him off, her voice firm. "I can, and I will. It's the only way to ensure the multiverse's stability." She flicks her wrist, as her and Amara arrive at the throne where Loki sits, holding all of the green timelines down. Loki opens his eyes, with fear and worrying.

With a surge of her power, Wanda binds Loki to his throne, her magic weaving around him like chains. He struggles, but the bindings hold firm. "Wanda, please..." He pleads, desperation in his voice.

She steps back, her expression resolute. "This is how it will to be, Loki. For the sake of everything, you will stay here, and you will forget."

"Forget?" Loki asks. "My mind is fortress, holding centuries worth of knowledge. If you think your chaos mag-"

With a burst of magic, Wanda imprints runes across Loki's body and his throne, sealing Loki's fate. Loki's eyes flash with an intensity that has rarely been seen, even in the midst of his struggles. As the bindings of Wanda's spell take hold, he summons the last vestiges of his strength to speak.

"Wanda," he gasps, his voice strained but resolute, "there's something you need to know."

She continues to throw her magic onto the Asgardian, her expression hardening. "What could you possibly say that would change anything, Loki?"

He meets her gaze, his eyes filled with urgency. "He Who Remains... he warned me about something. A Multiversal War. A conflict that will make this look like a child's game. If you imprison me, if you continue to tamper with the timelines, you might unleash something far worse than you can imagine. Worse than Darkseid or yourselves."

Amara's brow furrows, doubt flickering across her face. "I thought you holding these timelines was supposed to prevent all that."

"Yes," Loki continues, struggling against the magical chains. "The timelines, the very fabric of reality, they're fragile. He Who Remains kept them in check, and when he died, it became my burden. The Legion of Chaos, all this fighting...this war...it's leading you down a path to chaos. Not the kind you thrive in, but utter, complete destruction."

Wanda hesitates, her grip on her magic wavering. "Why should I believe you?"

Loki's expression softens, the weight of his words pressing down on him. "Because, Wanda, despite everything, I don't want to see the multiverse fall apart. I could have very well let this timelines die out, your timelines, but I chose to hold them down. This isn't just about power or control anymore. It's about survival. Yours, mine, my brother, father, mother. everyone's. The Multiversal War is coming, and if you're not careful, none of you will survive it."

The room is silent, the tension palpable. Wanda's eyes search Loki's, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she finds is a desperate sincerity.

Wanda finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you're telling the truth, then what do we do?"

Loki's breath comes in shallow gasps, but he forces the words out. "You need to stop this madness....if you don't, the consequences will be catastrophic."

Wanda's expression shifts, a mixture of determination, ignoring Loki's warning. She tightens her hold on her magic, reinforcing the spell binding Loki to his throne, but she doesn't finish the job. Instead, she steps back, her mind racing. "The only catastrophe there will be, is the one caused by us." As Wanda finishes her spell, the memories of the Legion of Chaos fade from Loki's control entirely, as he is bond to the throne forever, unable to project himself.

As Wanda turns away, the gravity of Loki's words hangs in the air. The battles raging around them seem trivial in comparison to the threat looming over the multiverse. The Scarlet Witch, Amara, and all their allies and enemies are now part of a larger, more dangerous game.

As the final spell takes hold, the room grows silent. The God of Stories slumps in his throne, his eyes losing their spark as his memories of the Legion fade away. The castle, once a place of conflict, now stands as a monument to the fragile peace held together by Wanda's power.

Wanda turns away, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. The Legion of Chaos continues its quest, but the God of Stories is no longer a threat. Instead, he is now a guardian, bound to his throne, ensuring the stability of the timelines he once manipulated.

As she returns back into the castle, Wanda takes a deep breath, ready to face the challenges ahead. The war is over, and the multiverse holds its breath, awaiting the next move as the battles still continue within the castle.

Amidst the intense battles, Wanda and Amara stand before the fighters in the grand hall, as Amara summons a cloud of thunder, sending a bolt down the center of the hall, commanding the attention.

Wanda, addresses the Legion members, gods, prisoners, and allies with authority. "Today, the Legion has emerged victorious. Our unity and strength have prevailed against formidable foes. Loki is now bound to the throne of the multiverse for eternity, his memory now wiped of everything here!"

Amara, her eyes glowing with supernatural energy, adds, "The defeat of Loki is a testament to our determination and resilience. The Legion of Chaos stands triumphant!"

The Legion erupts into cheers and applause, celebrating their hard-earned victory. Wanda and Amara continue, their voices carrying a sense of purpose and determination.

"We extend an invitation," Wanda declares, "to all prisoners and those surviving who wish to join us. Together, we will reshape the multiverse and forge our own destiny."

Amara's voice resonates with power as she adds, "Those who seek power, freedom, and a place in a new faction, join us. The Legion welcomes all who dare to defy the constraints of fate."

As the invitation hangs in the air, prisoners and surviving gods alike contemplate the offer, considering the potential and possibilities that come with joining the Legion of Chaos.

"I shall join." Uh-Oa says, her clothes tattered, as she uses her torch to stop wounds. "If Loki is truly gone, then his dreams are gone as well. I have nothing left of my universe. Despite our confrontations, Amara, your invitation intrigues me. I see potential in your work, and I pledge my allegiance to the Legion."

Two god-like beings approach, one an older bald man, the other a woman with white hair. They go up to Amara and Wanda. "We are the Eternals, Zellin and Rakaya," Zellin introduces himself and Rakaya to Amara, "dreamers and weavers of realms and of mortals. Your offer of chaos and freedom is tantalizing."

"We once pit two planets against one another for the sake of amusem*nt." Rakaya says, adding their skills. "On a multiversal level, now that truly is something to behold."

A man appearing similar to Batman, but with the mask of an owl instead of a bat, and an "O" on his chest adds his voice to the conversation. "I am Thomas Wayne, Jr. from Earth-3V. My pursuits revolve around the acquisition of power, the manipulation of outcomes, and the pursuit of chaos."

"And what exactly can you provide for us?" Amara asks, arms folded. "How'd you end up here?"

"It doesn't matter what I provide, because nothing matters. There is a reality where I don't join this Legion, I wish to not be that person, I wish to be on the winning team. I was once a prisoner here, not for lack of power or ambition, but because of my unyielding quest to bend realities to my will was seen as a threat by the Asgardian. The Council deemed me too dangerous, too unpredictable. Yet, it was there that I learned of the Legion from whispers, and from overhearing a conversation between Amara and others, telepathically. Think of it: an organization that values ambition, cunning, and the pursuit of ultimate power. With the creation of infinite earths, some the creation of infinite worlds to conquer. I can help guide and direct the Legion on the correct path."

With a calculating gaze, Owlman surveys the Legion, his mind already strategizing potential alliances and opportunities for advancement. "I have chosen to align myself with this Legion," he declares, "for here, I see the potential to unravel the constraints of fate, to shape destinies according to my will."

Wanda and Amara, intrigued by Owlman's, nod in acknowledgment. Wanda nods in approval. "Your skills and ambitions will find fertile ground here, among those who dare to defy the boundaries of the multiverse."

Owlman makes his way behind Amara, as he stands alongside Uh-Oa, Kalypso, Eris, Jack Horner, Hecuba, Maestro, the Lich, Zellin and Rakaya.

Amara looks out at the remaining lot not having placed their loyalty. "Any other takers that wish to join in the fun?" With a deafening silence, Amara rises, clouds forming beneath her feet. "Very well," she raises her arms, the One Ring glowing, as electricity begins to crackle, "no witnesses." She sends out dark spikes and lightning towards the prisoners and enemies within the castle, as the Legion watches on in amazement and shock seeing Amara destroy the enemies with ease.

"Holy sh*t..." June says, looking on. "She's really cool." She whispers to Sierra.

"So it seems." Alicia responds, looking on maliciously.

Amara ends her rampage and lands. She turns around and sees all of her Legion around her: the Joker, Rose the Hat, Grindelwald, Thrawn, Regina, Quaritch, Ivy, Shere Khan, Kaa, the Red Queen, Ahmanet, Kahmunrah, Vecna, Sierra, the Toymaker, Lady Tremaine, Ra's, Artemisia, Judge Doom, King Shark, Gozer, Scabior, Scarecrow, the Black Fairy, Baylan, Shin, Zhao, June, Nyla, and Melina. "Seems like we have some new faces." Amara scans the newcomers. "Are there two Black Fairies?" Amara asks, seeing Ra's in Nyssa's body and Fiona.

"Hello, Amara." Ra's says, approaching her.

"Ra's Al Ghul...how did you escape death and your contract?" Amara asks.

"It took an unfortunate sacrifice of my daughter's life to take my place down below in the Afterlife, but I return loyal to the Legion and to your return." He bows to her.

"If it weren't for Ra's warning," Wanda says, "we wouldn't have come here or known of what had happened to you. Nor would I have head the vigilant ear to hear Loki and his narrations, which have now disappeared."

Judge Doom looks around and notices several missing people. "Where are Blonsky and Maleficent?"

Regina announces the news with regret. "Maleficent didn't make it. She fell atop the rooftop, her wing singed from Mara's power."

"The Abomination did not survive his battle against the green menace." Baylan reports. "His death was avenged, however."

"Impossible to say how long they've been dead during this battle," Amara says pondering to herself, "out here against space-time, with no true place in time, it's hard to say if their souls will even make it to the Afterlife." Amara looks over at the dead Abomination. "He was one of the first we brought to the Legion." Amara silently mourns her two fallen members. "Shall we leave this nightmare?"

As the Legion begins to leave, a chill spreads throughout the castle. "What is that..." Ra's asks, feeling his body become cold.

Rakaya looks around. "There is still one who opposes us."

"Who goes there!" Uh-Oa shouts. "Reveal yourself and we shall determine your fate thereafter!"

Wanda prepares two energy balls, feeling the chill. "This...this is something new. I haven't felt this type of power before." Wanda looks over at Amara, seeing her reaction.

Amara looks down at her arms, as she sees goosebumps, the hairs on her human vessel rising. "What is this? And why do I feel...cold."

"I have waited...misshapen in the darkness." A female voice says, distorted and twisted, as it echoes through the empty castle. "I know who you are, Amara. Loki came to me with an opportunity to join his Council, I refused, but I still remained present. I have watched your worlds with envious eyes. Soon I will be ready and in countless forms, I will strike! Your worlds will fall! Everything you have built and set forth for your victory and conquest!" The voice makes herself known from the shadows, visible to the Legion.

"Oh my god..." Baylan says under his breath, as he stands in front of Shin.

"What is that?" Hecuba says, with a look of fear and shock, her golden skin now turned pale in fear.

Her form appears vaguely humanoid but warped by an unnatural power. Her skin, pale as moonlight, stretched over a skeletal frame, casting grotesque shadows across sunken eyes that glowed with an eerie inner light. A grotesquely wide mouth, filled with needle-like teeth, split her face in a permanent snarl. Stumpy, clawed hands hang limply at her sides, and in place of legs, thick, writhing tentacles pulsing with a malevolent energy. The air around her crackles with dark power, a tangible manifestation of the malevolence she embodies. Despite her monstrous visage, a flicker of something else dances in her eyes, a chilling intelligence.

The Red Queen looks in shock and snaps her fingers. "Don't just stand there, you blokes, after her! Bring me her head!" She sends her card soldiers after the woman. Ten elite card soldiers materialize in a silent ring around the intruder. Each soldier gleaming with an enchanted edge, their expressions grim with determination.

The woman's head tilts, a gesture both curious and unsettling. A slow, chilling smile spread across her maw, revealing a forest of razor-sharp teeth. The sound that escapes her throat was a rasping wheeze that sends shivers down the spines of even the most hardened soldiers.

"Is this a game we're playing?" Her voice, a distorted whisper that slithers through the air, holds a mockery that scrapes at their nerves. "I thought he was the one who does the games."

She looks at the Toymaker, whose once giddy and playful personality drops into that of fear, the same fear one gets when being called on by a teacher. "I don't like this...we should go." The Toymaker says, dropping his playful German accent, reverting to his normal British accent, slowly stepping backwards.

"What?" Ivy responds quickly, in shock. "How are you scared also?" She looks over and hears the sound of a roar.

Before the soldiers could act, the women lashes out. With a flicker of movement too swift for human eyes to follow, five writhing tentacles shoot out from her lower body. They slam into three card soldiers with sickening thuds. The enchanted soldiers shatter like glass, spraying blood across the floor in a gruesome parody of their namesake.

The remaining soldiers charge, their movements a blur of deadly precision. Her tentacles lashed out again, deflecting enchanted blades with contemptuous ease. One soldier lunges, attempting to grapple with her. The woman's maw shoots forward, impossibly wide, and clamp down on the soldier's torso. The card soldier screams, a horrifying, distorted sound cut short as the woman rips him in half.

"The Toymaker is right!" The Red Queen picks up her dress and runs off, pushing through her allies, returning to the Chimaera. "Out of my way you fools." She snaps her fingers at stormtroopers. "Escort me to your transport!"

"Stand back." Zhao says, preparing himself to strike as he pushes fire from his fists towards the woman, who stumbles back for a moment, but takes in the flames. Azula steps in to help, mixing her blue flames with Zhao's red flames, but they prove not effective. The woman laughs, sending a chilling echo in the empty castle.

"What are you..." Azula asks, stepping backwards in shock, feeling a chill down her spine.

"The one who will bring about the end of days and nights. And the one who brings a promise to you," she looks at Amara, "you and your Legion will suffer. And then all your power...will be mine!" She shouts her promise, as Amara looks on, in shock and fear. She hears the sounds of footsteps running, and turns around and sees the Legion running away, leaving the castle.

"My dear," Thrawn grabs Amara's wrist, "I must recommend we return to the ship at once!" He shouts with urgency.

Amara looks at Thrawn in shock. "You never raise your voice." She notices with a hint of worry, picking up on the level of fear this woman brings to Thrawn. She looks back at the force they are dealing with, her eyes widen, void of expression.

"He is right..." Gozer says, stepping in front of Amara. "Go!" Electricity surrounds Gozer as she shoots lightning at the woman. "Maximoff! Return them!"

"What are you doing?" Wanda attempts to stop Gozer, but Gozer shoots lightning at Wanda, pushing her back.

"This force will not rest...she will follow you all back upon boarding that vessel." Gozer pushes more lightning towards the woman, as she stumbles back. "You shall do this, and heed my words! Bring Gozer back! Find me and return me to my glory and do not let what I shall do for you go in vain!"

Before Wanda could have a chance to stop Gozer, Amara grabs her wrist and teleports her and everyone back to Thrawn's ship. Everyone stumbles back on, as the Legion processes the events that just transpired.

"Arrogance, the hallmark of the weak." Gozer says to the woman, flying towards her, as the woman slams Gozer onto the ground with her tentacles. The monstrosity reels back, but a wide, terrible smile splits its fanged maw. The woman lashes out, a tentacle wrapping around Gozer's shimmering arm. Black ichor creeps up the limb, corrupting her form. Gozer shrieks, a sound like a thousand tortured souls, and lashes out with its other arm. This one meets resistance too, another tentacle binding it tight.

The once vibrant shimmer of Gozer's form dulls, her edges flickering and fading. The woman squeezes tighter, the black ichor reaching Gozer's core. Its roars turn into choked gurgles, its power fading like a dying ember.

With a final, pathetic whine, Gozer's body collapses entirely. It leaves behind nothing but a faint wisp of smoke, swirling and dissipating in the air. The woman, her body pulsing with dark energy, stands alone in the ruined chamber. The fight is over. The only destruction left is the echo of a forgotten god.

A cold smile, devoid of amusem*nt, spreads across the woman's face. This multiverse is broken, a husk barely clinging to existence. "Perfect. A new plaything, ripe for my brand of chaotic dominion." She lets out a dry chuckle, the sound promising oblivion for this pathetic dimension and a shiver of dread for any who dare oppose her.

The villains, old and new, enter the meeting room, now with new members having joined them onto the Chimaera. All recovering from the woman's chilling words and presence, they share a moment of silence while the ship flies through space, escaping Loki's castle.

"I'll be the first to say it..." Shere Khan says, lying down, "who was that?"

"I've never felt such darkness before." Owlman responds, taking his mask off, flipping his hair back.

"She wasn't one of our prisoners..." Kalypso says, in shock. "I don't think she could be, she would be too powerful to stop and keep in one place."

"I don't think Loki would have been able to stop her." Uh-Oa adds on, gripping her torch.

"Amara?" Hook asks. "Any possible theories on who this woman may be? Have you dealt with her before?"

"No...I mean, nothing like that...I...what is this I'm feeling?" Amara feels her chest, her heartrate elevated, her breathing patterns quickening.

"That is what we call...fear." The woman responds telepathically. Amara jolts up, feeling a chill down her spin. "My favorite emotion to consume."

"Who the hell are you?" Amara asks, pacing around the room. Although the woman is not in the room, her presence is felt by all in the Legion.

"She's in my head!" Regina shouts.

"Mine too!" Kahmunrah shouts, grabbing his forehead.

"That question is one for the meek, and you don't seem to be meek, Amara." The woman responds. "Gozer put up quite the fight I will say. But names you crave, and a name you shall have, though it won't bring you comfort. Only three others have been able to speak my name, and once you know it, it will be all but impossible to repeat."

"Enough games, monster!" Baylan shouts, pacing around. "Tell me who you are before-"

"What, Jedi? Kill me?" The woman laughs, crossing her arms. "You, a broken fragment of a dying order, challenging a force beyond your comprehension. Millennia before your pathetic Crimson Dawn, your Empire, or your Jedi Order even dreamt of ruling the galaxy, I and the other Gods of Mortis existed. I walked the celestial paths when your ancestors worshipped rocks and grunted in caves."

"What darkness are you?" Shin asks. "Are you Sith?"

"Sith? A mere whisper in the storm, child, a pale imitation of true power! I am Abeloth, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Devourer of Balance, the true rightful owner of the title Legion of Chaos! I am the mother of oblivion, and this multiverse..." she steps towards one of the windows, looking down at the Tree, seeing Loki hold all of the timelines together, "...will be my masterpiece."

"Good luck trying to get to Loki." Wanda says with confidence. "I've bound him to that throne for eternity, preventing him from projecting himself into any timeline and from releasing the timelines. My chaos magic prevents him from being harmed."

"The Scarlet Witch...how I have so wanted to meet you..." Abeloth says, impressed.

"Look Abel-" Wanda begins to choke, unable to say Abeloth's name. "Abe...Abelo..."

"I told you...only three have been able to say my name. You are unable to, nor are you worthy of attempting to pronounce my name." Abeloth laughs in success. "I will grant you this victory of escaping, but only so you can warn everyone that the One Who Waits is present and will not rest until she finds you! Then I will burn the heart of your Legion and of the multiverse, then true chaos will reign."

The Chimaera cruises through the void of space, carrying the rattled members of the Legion of Chaos back to Mordor. They had barely escaped the castle, and now the shadow of Abeloth's warning hung over them like a storm cloud.

Amara stands at the helm, her eyes distant and unfocused, replaying Abeloth's ominous words in her mind. Wanda paces back and forth, her hands crackling with a small red energy ball for her to fidget with.

"What was that?" King Shark askes, his voice a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Ra's al Ghul shakes his head, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "Something beyond even our comprehension. She spoke of her fellow gods, the Gods of Mortis, as if they were mere insects to her."

"I have never felt such darkness, not even from Amara." Regina admits, her voice low. "We've dealt with powerful beings before, but nothing like her."

"What do we call her?" Rose asks, her voice tinged with unease. "We can't even say her name." June attempts to say her name. "Ab...A...Abel...dammit."

"The One Who Waits." Thrawn suggests, his voice steady but grim. "That's what she referred to herself as, that is what we shall refer to her as."

Jack rubs his temples, trying to shake off the lingering fear. "The One Who Waits...what does she want with you guys?"

"She wants to destroy everything we've built." Amara said, finally breaking her silence. "She wants to consume our power and turn it into her own chaos. A chaotic evil that challenges our way."

The Black Fairy clutches her forehead. "I can feel her...it's like she's everywhere, no matter where I go."

Ahmanet adds, visibly distressed. "She's...feeding off our fear."

Shin, standing close to Baylan, looks around the room. "What can we do against something like that, master? We're powerful, but she...she's on another level. Did any Jedi text speak of this being?"

"We can't face her head-on." Baylan says, his strategic mind racing. "We need to regroup, strengthen our forces, and find a way to counteract her influence. Whatever wasn't destroyed by the Emperor in the Jedi Temple, I shall delve further into looking into if such a being existed with the other Gods of Mortis."

Amara's eyes harden with determination. "We will find a way. We have to. The Legion of Chaos will not fall to this...One Who Waits. We'll regroup, gather our strength, and when the time comes, we will face her." Amara looks out the void of the red magic they are travelling through. "The Legion of Chaos...she's even perverted that name." Amara looks back at her Legion. "The Legion of Chaos is dead! It died when that monstrosity deemed it her own. Everything we stand for died when she mauled through Gozer like wheat on a field!"

"What are we now?" Joker asks. "I kinda liked that name."

"The name isn't important right now..." Anakin comments, "...we'll figure it out upon our return to Mordor."

"If she's as powerful as she seems, she might come after us sooner than we expect. We need to be ready for anything." Wanda says, her voice steady but filled with concern.

Scarecrow reassures Wanda. "Fear is our ally. We can use it against her, just as she uses it against us."

"Then it's settled," Amara concludes, "we prepare, we plan, and when the time comes, we strike. The One Who Waits will regret ever challenging our forces! We will bring order against her Legion! Order...yes...that's it." Amara looks out at her Order. "We are now the Order of Darkness! Counteracting whatever the One Who Waits throws at us, we shall undermine with ease."

As the ship continues its journey back home, the members of the Order share a moment of silent determination. The fight was far from over, and the shadow of Abeloth looms large, but they were united.

Back on Mordor, the Chimaera sails through the cold expanse of space, drawing ever closer to Mordor. Amara looks down and notices the lively city and world Wanda set up in her absence. "Setting up civilizations in my absence, I see." Amara comments, looking down below.

"We've been trying to stay busy and not keep this realm so ancient." Wanda comments. "Plus, the more members we bring into the Legio-I mean, the Order, the more we have to provide housing."

Within its shadowy realm, the members of the Order of Darkness brace themselves for their return, their minds still reeling from the encounter with Abeloth.

As the ship breaks through the atmosphere and descends toward Mordor's bleak, blackened landscape, the villains within the castle begin to feel the trembling of a large force returning.

In the castle, the Handler barely glances up at the sky as her focus is in a conversation with a new recruit, re-entering through a shimmering portal from Panem. "President Coin, this will not be a choice you regret making. We are so grateful the Mockingjay did not fire her arrow towards you."

"Why wouldn't she have?" Coin asks, confused.

The Handler chuckles awkwardly, as she feels the tremors, and looks out one of the windows and sees the Chimaera entering the worlds orbit. "They did it..." The Handler looks over at Coin. "Alma Coin, you are about to meet the true leader of the Legion of Chaos." She focuses, her mind sharp, as she processes the new influx of arrivals.

Missy, always one for theatrics, grins eagerly as she sees the Chimaera's silhouette against the dark sky. "Oh, this is going to be good." she mutters, her excitement barely contained. She claps her hands together, her voice amplified by the enchanted acoustics of the castle's speakers she installed. "Attention, all members of the Legion! An emergency summons is announced! Gather outside to witness the return of the Chimaera! They have returned from their long journey!"

The announcement reverberates through the halls, reaching every corner of the sprawling fortress. Villains from across the Legion and land of Mordor begin to converge on the outside field, their curiosity and concern piqued by Missy's urgent tone.

"What is that?" Muriel asks, with curiosity.

"That, my dear," Zod says, arms folded, "is a reunion."

The air buzzes with a mix of anticipation and excitement. The Handler makes her way outside, standing next to Dante. Alma Coin stands beside her, taking in the new surroundings with a critical eye.

Missy stands at the front of the Legion, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. She pulls out her phone and uses it as a megaphone. "Our entourage have returned, and I daresay, it would seem they have quite the tale to tell. So without further ado, let's give them a warm welcome, shall we?"

The Chimaera enters orbit above the Barad-dur castle, as transport shuttles fly down and land in front of the castle, its massive railing lowers with resounding boom, and the ramp descends. Regina emerges first, her face a mask of determination. Behind her follow Wanda, Thrawn, Ra's al Ghul, and the rest of the core members, their expressions reflecting the gravity of their encounter with Abeloth.

Amara steps forward, her eyes scanning the gathered villains. The sound of applause and cheers are heard, the Legion celebrates her return. She levitates on top of the transport and raises her arms, asserting attention. "It truly is great to be home after 900 years!" The Legion shouts and cheers. "Members of the Order of Darkness, that is the name we shall go by now, as the Legion of Chaos has died." Murmurs spread across the Order in confusion. "That name was taken by an unprecedented threat who has twisted the foundation of the name, and what it stands for!" She begins, her voice steady but carrying a weight of urgency. "There is one, within Loki's castle, that made herself known after the battle. A name I haven't been able to say, but she is the One Who Waits, a force of unimaginable power! She poses a danger to our very existence and to the multiverse itself!"

There is a murmur of shock and concern among the gathered villains. Maul's eyes widen slightly, his demeanor momentarily replaced by genuine worry.

"Who is this One Who Waits?" Lamia asks, her voice cutting through the noise. "And what does she want with this...Order?"

Amara takes a deep breath. "She is a being of ancient darkness, like myself, who predates time and many worlds. But unlike me, a victim, she a force that seeks to consume and destroy, with no room for cooperation and comradery. She seeks to consume our power, to turn our victories into ash. Her presence is a threat we cannot ignore."

"We barely escaped with our lives!" Thrawn adds, his voice cold and calculating. "She is beyond anything we have faced before, beyond Darkseid, beyond Loki. We must regroup, strengthen our defenses, and prepare for her inevitable assault."

Wanda steps forward, her eyes fierce. "She has already shown she can invade our minds, feed off our fear. We need to find a way to counteract her influence, or we risk being torn apart from within."

Agatha nods, her expression thoughtful. "We have resources, knowledge, and power at our disposal. We must use them wisely to prepare for this threat. And now with our expansive new members within this Order," she stretches her arms out, showing the many new faces, "we will be ready for the One Who Waits!"

Missy regains her mischievous demeanor, though a flicker of seriousness remains in her eyes. "Well then, looks like we have our work cut out for us. But fear not, darlings! The Order of Darkness has faced impossible odds before. We'll rise to this challenge and show that ancient horror what we're made of."

The ground fills with a renewed sense of determination. The villains, despite their varied origins and conflicting ambitions, are united by a common cause. They stand together against the One Who Waits, and they will fight to protect their dark dominion.

Amara looks around the room, seeing the resolve in the eyes of her followers. "We will not let her tear us apart. We are the Order of Darkness, and we will prevail!" The Order shouts into thunderous applause. "Let us not dwell on this lingering threat. For now, we celebrate! And make it a damn good one! I have so missed the revelries!"

As the Order goes inside the castle to celebrate Amara's return, Abeloth sits in a place that feels both ancient and timeless. A dark, swirling void pulses with an otherworldly energy, its depths seeming to stretch into infinity.

In the center of this dark expanse, Abeloth sits on a throne of twisted, blackened stone, her eyes glowing with malevolent light. She gazes into the swirling void, her lips curling into a predatory smile. "Fools," she murmurs, her voice echoing through the darkness, "they believe they can stand against me, but they have yet to understand the true nature of chaos."

Her eyes flicker with images of the Order of Darkness, watching them celebrate Amara's return, as she smirks. "They have spirit," she muses, almost as if savoring the thought. "but spirit alone will not save them."

Abeloth's fingers trace patterns in the air, and the void responds, forming visions of potential futures. She sees battles yet to come, alliances forming and breaking, and the multiverse teetering on the edge of destruction. Her smile widens as she watches, her delight in the chaos evident.

"They will come to know true despair," she continues, her voice soft but filled with a cold, deadly promise, "and when they do, they will beg for the release that only I can provide."

The darkness around her seems to pulse in response, as if the void itself hungers for the coming turmoil. Abeloth leans back on her throne, her gaze never leaving the visions of the Order of Darkness, gripping her armrests. "The game has only just begun."

With a final, chilling laugh, Abeloth waves her hand, and the visions fade into the void. The realm around her shifts and churns, reflecting her anticipation and delight in the chaos to come.