A split second of silence—then, complete obliteration.
The core of the base imploded inward. It didn't explode out—it collapsed in on itself. Trucks, crates, soldiers—everything was sucked toward the center like debris into a black hole. Screams were cut off mid-air. The crushing pressure bent steel like paper and stole the sound from the air. Darkness spread outward like ink spilled in water, staining the world itself.
When it was over, the core was gone.
In its place lay a smooth crater—silent, glassed over, glowing faintly with a strange dark energy.
Alex stood at the edge of it, untouched. His wings stretched wide behind him, glowing with that eerie black and white shimmer. His violet eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the destruction he had just caused.
His voice was calm—almost bored.
"They didn't even try."
Nearby, one last guard staggered from the rubble, dazed. He raised a shaking rifle.
Alex didn't flinch.
A single flick of his wing.
A thin feather made of black light flew through the air—
SHUNK.
The man dropped dead before he even realized it.
Alex turned to the wind. Far off in the sky, he sensed Tony clearing another base.
He smirked. "That's two for me."
With a beat of his wings, he launched into the sky—flying toward the next target.
Global Satellite Network – Surveillance Command Center, Germany
"Sir, we just lost visual on Base Delta."
"What do you mean 'lost visual'?"
The technician typed rapidly, flipping through satellite feeds—thermal, infrared, live drones. Every screen showed the same thing: total blackness. Like someone had erased the area completely.
"Base Delta just… disappeared," she said, her voice tightening. "There was a flash—then nothing. Thermal readings are dead. No heat. No motion. Drones can't get a visual—like something's jamming everything."
"Recalibrate the satellite array," the officer ordered.
"We already tried," another tech called. "The data's corrupted. Scrambled like static. Whatever's going on out there… we can't see it."
Meanwhile – Skies Over Afghanistan
Tony Stark flew through the desert sky like a bullet. His repulsors blazed, his Mark II armor moving with sharp precision. Every base he hit was destroyed with exact timing—repulsor blasts ripped through gun emplacements, mini-rockets found fuel caches, and explosions followed in perfect rhythm.
He moved with intent. He flew tight circles, dodging RPGs and intercepting missile trucks mid-move. But through all of it, no outside world noticed.
And that was because of Alex.
The Dark Veil he cast before they launched had wrapped them in a kind of invisible cloak. Radar couldn't detect them. Satellite scans reflected nothing. Thermal sensors showed only blank noise. Even if fighter jets flew right over them, they'd see only black void.
"Tony, that's three bases down," Alex's voice came through the comms, calm and steady.
"Same here," Tony replied, blasting another arms depot. "No one's even calling for help. It's like they don't even know we're here."
"They don't," Alex said flatly.
Alex then dropped down on his fourth base. He didn't even use his strongest powers this time. He walked calmly, letting black spears rise from the shadows with each step. The guards didn't scream—they simply disappeared.
He raised one hand, and the stockpiled weapons disintegrated. No fire. Just silence. Just vanishing.
No evidence. No survivors. No sound.
At the Same Time – SHIELD Headquarters
Maria Hill stared at the latest report with a deep frown.
"Director," she said over the comms, "There's a pattern… terrorist bases are being wiped out. Completely."
Nick Fury's voice came through, low and gritty. "Let me guess—no video, no heat readings, no witnesses?"
"Exactly," Maria replied.
"Someone's cleaning house," Fury muttered.
"But that's the weird part," Hill added. "Our sensors didn't even pick up the approach. The bases are just there one moment—and gone the next. No one's even escaping. It's surgical."
Fury was quiet for a moment. "You think it's a mutant?"
"I already contacted Professor Xavier," she replied. "He said none of his people are in that area. No signatures from anyone he's monitoring."
Fury looked at her. "Then what is it?"
"I don't know. But I'm sending boots on the ground to check the sites directly."
"Good," Fury said. "Do it fast."
Back in the Field
Alex hovered over the last destroyed base, cloak trailing like smoke behind him. Tony landed next to him, his armor steaming. The Mark II suit was scratched, slightly scorched—but the arc reactor in his chest glowed steadily.
They looked around.
Eight bases destroyed.
No alarms. No survivors. No retaliation.
"Eight out of eight," Tony said. "That should stop the weapons flow for a while."
Alex nodded. "And not a single eye saw it happen."
Tony looked at him. "Your Magic is really… next-level."
"Told you," Alex said, smirking faintly.
They both turned toward the horizon, where the sky was starting to lighten. The sun was rising.
"Wanna call it a night?" Tony asked.
Alex shrugged. "I will… but first…"
He raised his hand—and dozens of bodies began to float up from the battlefield. These were the men he had killed—suspended in the air like marionettes.
Tony narrowed his eyes. "Why are you lifting the dead?"
Alex answered flatly. "I'm planning to claim another servant."
Tony blinked. "Wait—what?"
A faint red light glowed in Alex's palm. A soul crystal—red, screaming with trapped spiritual energy—manifested in his hand.
Tony immediately stepped back, armor sensors alerting him. "What is that?!"
"I've never seen anything like this before," Tony said.
Even JARVIS chimed in: "Sir, there is no data in my database matching this energy signature."
Alex gave a dry laugh. "That's no surprise. If you did have data on it, I'd have been more impressed."
He lifted the soul crystal high, then began to chant—dark syllables in a forgotten tongue.
Around him, the battlefield pulsed.
Dark flames licked the corpses. The soul crystal split into five shards. A magic circle opened beneath the floating bodies.
Tony's systems spiked. "No, Seriously what are you doing!"
Alex's voice was calm as ever. "This many dead… in one place… it's the perfect spot to summon a demon. And this soul—tainted with fear and rage—is just the right offering to attract a higher-rank one."
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