Rumble!
Flash!
Thunder... rumble, rumble!
Millions of eyes stayed glued to their screens, watching in breathless silence as the heavens burned. Fire streaked across the sky, lightning split the clouds, and explosions rippled through the storm like strobe lights in the dark. Every flash, every roar, every flicker of destruction was captured through enchanted lenses and microphones, sending the chaos in perfect clarity to every corner of the magical world.
At the heart of it all were five—fearless, perhaps reckless, or even touched by madness—five individuals. Surrounded by four of the magical world's finest, Isabella Garling streamed live the confrontation without hesitation. Between spells and firestorms, as chaos tore across the battlefield, her group wove through the fury, dodging, twisting, and slipping between bursts of power, striking back only when danger came too close.
Thunderbirds commanded the heavens, phoenixes rained fire from above, mortals streaked through the sky like blazing meteors, and mutants bent thunder and lightning to their will. Witches and wizards cut through the battlefield like comets, their masterful spells obliterating everything in their path. The enemy swarm, countless in number, was no match for the combined, unprecedented offensive of Earth, and in a matter of minutes, it was reduced to smoking scrap.
At this point, the chaos had calmed by more than half.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the five speakers have moved on to a new battlefield, while the remaining forces are still being held back by the Greatmagi and our mutant allies. We're going to try to bring you live footage from above, so stay tuned. And if I had to guess… what we've seen so far is just the opening act. The real fight is about to begin."
Isabella's voice, calm but charged with urgency, streamed across the magical networks, keeping a world of viewers on the edge of their seats.
"Teacher Simon, please take us over the storm…" Isabella made her decision and glanced at the three Greatmagi keeping the magical construct steady, navigating their group as they recorded everything.
At her words, Simon's eyes narrowed as he scanned the chaos unfolding around them. "Are you sure about this?"
His hesitation was not without reason, one, she was his master's only daughter, and two, above them awaited the main enemy forces: fifty titanic metal monstrosities, bristling with unknown weapons.
The first wave of enemy attacks had not yet been fully neutralized, with more than a dozen Greatmagi still tearing through the battlefield, destroying unit after unit. It should be noted that each Greatmagi was a powerhouse, second only to the eight Archmages, and yet the enemy had already kept them all on full alert, completely occupied just by the first wave of attacks.
Who knew what other means the enemy possessed, or whether they had even stronger, more direct methods of destruction waiting.
"I'm sure. But just in case," Isabella replied firmly, "like we did here, we'll keep a safe distance. If things start going south, we apparate out immediately—"
"Over there!"
"I've got it, Moony!"
Boom!
Sirius Black blasted a flaming scrap of metal streaking toward them and smirked. His face, twisted in that signature chaotic grin, looked nothing like someone panicked—it was more like someone who had just survived the wildest party of their life.
"Just do as the boss lady says. We've got the three of you, plus me and Moony here. Why so much talking?"
"Black, you better wipe that smug grin off your face. This is no time for smirking." Ali's eyes pinned the reckless moron, trying to inject some sense into him. Lives were at stake, and he couldn't fathom how this fool could take it all so lightly.
"Ehem, gentlemen and ladies, let's focus on a decision." Remus interjected, covering for his friend, then leveled a look at the reckless idiot. "Padfoot, zip it and focus on only why you're here... covering us and taking out anything that comes our way. Merlin, I already regret dragging your hound ass here."
"Enough!" Sarah, Simon's twin counterpart, cut in sharply. She shot a quick glare at Black, then turned to her brother and Ali. "We do as Bella said. Take us up and out of the thundercloud."
Their momentary quarrel wasn't really an argument—more like nerves snapping under pressure. Being in the middle of an apocalypse could make anyone's tongue sharper than usual.
Anyways, with the decision made, the magical construct shot upward through the roaring storm, cutting through thunder, lightning, and fire. Under Ali and Simon's control, it twisted through the chaos, dodging arcs of energy until, finally, they burst free from the darkness above.
But then—
BOOOOOOOMMM!
"Bloody hell!"
"Hold your magic! Keep the structure stable! Remus, layer us with a Protego!" Sarah shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos as she barked orders.
A shockwave had hit them like a heavenly hammer, shaking the entire construct and nearly tearing apart the magic that kept them afloat.
Isabella nearly dropped her camera and fell on her butt, but Sarah caught her just in time.
It came without warning—a roar so loud it felt as if the heavens themselves had turned over. Even the thunderclouds below were half-scattered, shredded apart by the sheer force of the explosion.
"What... the hell is that!?"
Sirius, who was also thrown off balance, crouched low and stared toward the horizon. His eyes widened, reflecting a distant blaze—a towering mushroom cloud rising into the sky, the undeniable mark of a massive explosion.
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"That's the direction the Headmaster went…"
Bursting through the sky like a meteor, Maverick zigzagged through the air—sometimes apparating, sometimes stopping midflight—as he led a nuke-hot missile away from the area.
Ronan, that bastard, had somehow programmed the missiles to lock on and hunt them—six against six. Fortunately, their maneuverability wasn't limited to just flying, they could jump through space as well. Otherwise, no matter how skilled each of them was, they would have been in serious trouble.
When a loud shockwave slammed through the air, he glanced to the side and saw which one had detonated — the same direction Dumbledore had gone. The plan had been simple: scatter, draw the missiles away, and destroy them from range.
That old man should be alright, right…
With that thought, he extended his magical senses, and soon enough, he picked up Dumbledore's aura burning bright in the distance. Good. The plan was holding. Now he just hoped the others would handle their tails too.
Still weaving through the clouds, Maverick kept luring his missile away from the area, preparing to detonate it—until a thought struck him.
"Idiot," he muttered to himself.
A simpler, far more effective solution, one that could even solve two problems at once, struck him so sharply he nearly smacked his forehead.
He twisted his head back, eyes darting first to the warhead hot on his tail, then to the fleet of fifty massive Kree cruisers shimmering in the distance.
A slow, knowing grin tugged at his lips as he made the decision and came to a sudden halt midair, facing the incoming missile. With a sharp flick of his hand, a portal shimmered into existence before him, and whoooosh!
The missile shot straight through without slowing, and at the same moment, a second portal opened near the rear of the Kree fleet, blasting the missile out to slam directly into one of the massive cruisers.
As expected of an alien nuke, the explosion tore through the cruiser in a blinding flash, obliterating it completely and scorching even a fraction of the nearby ships, lighting up the sky in a cataclysmic inferno.
The shockwave had yet to reach him, and all he saw was a blinding flash—but that was enough. And just then, to the east, another flash also erupted, and he turned, recalling that it was the direction where Danvers had led her warhead. He had no doubt the woman could survive that, even without teleportation abilities like theirs, and soon enough, he caught the sight of an orange streak bursting out from it faster than the mushroom cloud was expanding.
So that's three down already, and three more to go.
The rest should be fine as well, he thought to himself, and with a boom, he shot toward the Prime cruiser at the front, where Ronan himself should be.
As for why he didn't target that one first—well, he obviously wanted to keep it for himself. The center ship, just from a glance, looked much bigger than the rest and appeared to be the most advanced among Ronan's fleet of spaceships he brought with him.
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Meanwhile, inside the command deck of the prime Imperial cruiser, the scene had descended into utter chaos. Ronan's arrogance had long since vanished, replaced by a mixture of anger and sheer disbelief at the unfolding disaster.
This was supposed to be an easy mission, yet everything was unraveling faster than he could process. First, the entire arsenal of fighter pods he had brought with his fifty-ship fleet was obliterated without warning. And now, the ballistic warhead he had programmed to hunt had somehow annihilated nearly a third of his own ships.
What the hell was up with this planet? he thought, and for a fleeting moment, he even considered asking his lieutenants if they had arrived at the wrong world.
Alarms screamed everywhere as he sat in dumbfounded contemplation, red warning lights painting the command deck in a frantic, almost violent glow. Soldiers skidded across the floor, boots clanging against metal, while holographic panels flickered and sparked in protest.
Even without striking them directly, the nuke that hit the rear of the fleet still unleashed a shockwave that tore through the hulls of every surviving ship, rattling consoles and sending loose equipment flying across the decks in wild, chaotic arcs.
Officers barked orders that were swallowed by the cacophony of warning sirens, smoke curling from ruptured conduits as sparks rained down. Faces twisted in disbelief and fear, some pressed desperately against controls, others froze, eyes wide, trying to comprehend the devastation outside.
"QUIET!"
Finally, the accuser could no longer contain his fuming rage, and he screamed across the deck, momentarily halting the chaos. Only, the panicked clamor of soldiers died down, but the alarms and warning indicators continued to flare relentlessly around them.
Rising from his obsidian throne, Ronan gripped his hammer tightly, and with heavy, deliberate thuds, he took a few steps forward.
"Damage report. NOW!"
"Re-reporting, sir." One of his lieutenants snapped to attention under the blaring alarms. "Seven cruisers down. Thirteen reporting heavy damage—"
"Commander!" another soldier shouted, jerking away from a screen as his gaze locked on the commander.
"WHAT?!"
"I… I found an incoming, sir," the soldier stammered, his words faltering under the furious glare of the ruthless commander. "Unidentified… entity, heading straight for the prime ship."
"Entity?"
"No heat signature, sir… I can only assume it's biological."
"Then move the ship, you fools! Relay the command to every unit. Do I need to spell out the simplest countermeasures?!"
Ronan's furious roar shook the command deck, and immediately, the room erupted in frantic activity. Soldiers scrambled over consoles, toggling switches and fiddling with failing controls as alarms blared around them.
"Bring up the feed. Locate this... thing. I want visuals!"
"Already on it, sir," came the reply.
The deck vibrated as the engines roared to life, ready for maneuver. Ronan's eyes stayed locked on the main screen, which was still nothing but static—until, after a tense moment of fumbling with the controls, the soldier finally brought the image to life.
Human?
The Accuser's eyes narrowed, and almost instantly, his mind snapped to the next course of action. Does it matter?
"Target the energy blasters!" he ordered.
At his command, the soldiers moved without hesitation, like a well-drilled unit, gripping their controls and readying their weapons.
For some reason, Ronan felt a sudden unease the moment he saw that face streaking toward them like a comet, eyes locked on the camera—especially when that almost amused smile played across the human's lips.
On the display, as he waited for the target to come into range, he saw the man's hand move. One arm shot forward suddenly, and immediately, the bad premonition crawling up his gut surged tenfold.
"FIRE! All units, fire!" he shouted, the heavy hammer swinging in his hand almost without thought.
But before his soldiers could even touch their weapon controls, the screen changed again. Reflected in his blue pupils, the figure had… vanished, suddenly. And just as he registered the change, once again reflected in his pupils, a hand appeared—just inches from his face.
Time itself seems to have frozen around him. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated… and before he could even move, that very hand had grabbed his face.
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