The Void Land, also known as the Land of Remains, is the graveyard at the end of time—a place where timelines end and the TVA once dumped its pruned realities. Once nothing but emptiness, it gradually became a wasteland.
Whenever a Universe was destroyed or pruned, its people and remnants fell into this realm. Under Kang the Conqueror's command, the TVA had erased timeline after timeline, leaving countless discarded worlds and souls here. Even though leadership has since shifted, and the TVA's purpose is no longer preserving a single Sacred Timeline but maintaining overall stability, those previously erased had no way back.
Stranded forever, they remained in the Void Land. Fragments of worlds fused into continents, while factions rose and fell within this barren exile, forever haunted by the threat of annihilation.
Now, in one desolate stretch of that place, the land was nothing but endless dunes. Windstorms swept across cracked stone and skeletal ruins, scattering sand into the air. Among the wreckage lay colossal fragments of a broken monument, its crumbling inscription spelling one word: Fawkes.
This was where pieces of the destroyed Fawkes Universe had landed. And it was here that Mr. Paradox—recently killed by Deadpool—along with several TVA operatives, had fallen.
Unfortunately, their arrival had not gone unnoticed. Not far from where they landed, a Mutant stronghold stood. Scouts discovered the newcomers and quickly captured them.
When Mr. Paradox regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a pillar. The muffled groans of his subordinates echoed around him; more than a dozen TVA staffers were bound to other posts, each of them struggling against their restraints.
Before him stood dozens of Mutants of varying appearances. Among them, Wolverine—once pruned by Paradox himself—was restrained at the back, glaring at him with feral rage. Next to Wolverine stood a version of Captain America, robed in rough-spun cloth, also tightly bound.
Behind the captives loomed something eerie: the massive helmet of a fallen giant. At least seven or eight meters tall, it was unmistakably Ant-Man's corpse, frozen in giant form and repurposed as the entrance to this base.
The sight unsettled Paradox. Is this some kind of trafficking den? he wondered, though even he knew how absurd it sounded.
"You're awake at last. Did you sleep well?"
The voice—a smooth, female tone laced with a British accent—whispered near his ear.
Paradox stiffened and twisted his head in horror. Behind him stood a bald woman in a yellow-brown trench coat and heavy boots. She leaned close, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder, the other brushing the back of his head in a disturbingly intimate gesture.
"Cassandra… no, don't!" His eyes widened in panic.
Why plead? Because Cassandra had already slid her slender fingers into his skull, stirring them through his brain as if it were soft clay.
Her touch was elegant, her expression refined, her smile almost serene—yet her actions were unspeakably grotesque. Fingers pierced through his cheekbones, flickered out of his eye sockets, then disappeared back beneath his skin. And still, she caused him no physical harm.
If Malrick had been there, the sight of her bald head and aristocratic demeanor would have been enough for him to recognize her instantly. Cassandra Nova Xavier—the twin sister of Charles Xavier, an Omega-level mutant.
Born as a "shadow twin," Cassandra had replicated Charles's DNA even in the womb and attempted to strangle him with their shared umbilical cord. Though her body perished, her spirit survived, lurking in filth and sewers, continuously replicating and reshaping herself through stolen DNA. Unlike her brother, she had undergone a secondary mutation, making her telekinesis even stronger. She could tear minds apart, manipulate matter down to the atomic level, and regenerate her own body with terrifying precision.
"Shh… don't speak," Cassandra whispered into Paradox's ear. "My brother meddles directly in people's thoughts. I prefer to do it… hands-on." Her fingers twisted lazily inside his skull. "So, TVA agent, what brought you here? Why did you fall into the same pit you used to throw others into?"
She smiled faintly. "Let me see for myself."
"Wait—Cassandra, listen! We can talk! Please, don't—" Paradox's protests were cut short as her grip tightened and his mind opened to her.
She sifted through his thoughts with cold amusement. "How interesting… You bribed John the Fire to betray me. You intended to restart the Time Crusher and use it to destroy an entire Universe, then seize control of the TVA yourself."
Her smile darkened. "I thought we had a deal, Paradox. The TVA and I would stay out of each other's way. Why break it? Why try to kill me?"
She tapped his forehead with her free hand. "And what fascinating little ideas you carry… Spider-Man, Superman… do they exist inside the TVA?"
Cassandra withdrew her hand, casually wiping it clean as though she'd done nothing more than touch wet paint. One of her followers handed her a strange golden tablet—the very Time Tablet Paradox had once used against Deadpool, now recovered from the sand near his body.
"Ah, you even brought me gifts." She lifted it with delight. "Were you hoping to open the TVA's doors for me? How thoughtful, my little darling."
She chuckled and turned toward Wolverine. "Logan, this man is the one who pruned you. Shall I take revenge on your behalf?"
From Paradox's stolen memories, she had learned why Wolverine was here. She didn't bother waiting for his answer. With a graceful wave of her hand, Cassandra stripped the flesh from Paradox and every TVA agent beside him. Skin and muscle disintegrated in an instant, leaving only heaps of stark-white bones clattering onto the ground.
Her smile never faltered. Elegant. Poised. Terrifying.
"Does that make you feel better?" she asked Wolverine softly.
He turned his head away, silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction.
Captain America, bound nearby, tried to cover the silence. "He's thrilled. He's just… not good at showing it."
Cassandra let out a small laugh. "A wolf with pride. How charming." She dismissed him with a flick of her hand and ascended the skeletal steps of the giant Ant-Man skull, tablet in hand.
"The Time Crusher," she mused aloud, her smile twisting into something unhinged. "Such a clever invention. With it, I could collapse the Multiverse itself, draw every world into the Void. Wouldn't that be… beautiful?"
Her voice grew sharp with madness. "If the TVA wants me gone, I'll erase them first. And perhaps, while I'm at it, I'll collect a few Spider-Men. Maybe even a Superman or two."
"Superman," she purred, licking her lips, "a face that hasn't yet graced the Void."
Her fingers danced across the tablet, finding coordinates—Deadpool's Universe. That was where the Time Crusher had been hidden, a weapon powered by the collision of matter and antimatter, capable of unraveling the temporal foundation of any world.
"Let's start by destroying the Multiverse."
As the portal blossomed open before her, pulsing with unstable energy, something stirred across realities. A distant surge of Chaos Magic locked onto the rift.
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