On the far side of the trapezoid-shaped island, deep in an unlit forest where electricity had yet to reach, torches flared, casting crimson light across the scene.
Ghostly cries and howls echoed through the trees, as if monstrous beasts roared at the heavens.
A wooden house stood amidst the wilderness, while the hiss of snakes slithered through the underbrush.
At the forefront, a young, beautiful blonde woman stood. Her features were sharp and defined, her long legs straight and elegant. A deep green bodysuit hugged her curves, her flawless pale skin gleamed under the torchlight.
Behind her, several hulking men crossed their arms, their biceps bulging and sharply defined.
"The Serpent Gang reunites at last," she said.
Her irises suddenly shifted to vertical snake-like slits, and her forked tongue flicked out as she hissed.
"Dr. Greene."
"Is this all the Serpent Gang has to offer?"
"Not even half as capable as my guild," Murakami said arrogantly, delicately wiping a gleaming katana with pure white silk.
Its hilt wrapped in luxurious cords, the blade was a treasured heirloom of the Murakami family — a sword capable of withstanding even the strikes of Adamantium.
"No," the blonde replied, smiling. "The rest are on their way."
Dr. Greene and Murakami were former operatives of the Yashida family. After a certain incident involving Ichiro, they transferred their loyalty to the new head, Shingen Yashida, quietly plotting revenge.
They had vowed to eliminate the suited mercenary Valor. Yet Valor and his aides, Rasua and Zhou, had vanished only to later appear publicly as the young king of Sokovia.
"No matter how high their status, they must pay the price," Shingen declared.
A heavily armored figure stepped from the shadows, clad in traditional Japanese samurai armor. Clutched in his hands was an ancestral cursed blade, and a dark, sinister aura emanated from him, making the air around him feel dangerous and unapproachable.
A blue Noh mask, cracked with jagged fangs, concealed his face, the colors radiating unnaturally, almost replacing his own skin.
"Indeed," said a floating, cat-faced monster with a thick mustache. "My General Ika," it praised, its voice dual-toned and eerie.
Tara.
The ruler of the Dark Kingdom, the Shadow Demon of Fushou, awakened after centuries of slumber due to the energy absorbed by the Niga Mask, yet always hidden from sight. Even the ninja corps could not track him.
"Tara, with millions of mutant villains in Kinosha, have you selected your general?"
"All seven masks are in my possession," Tara replied, "Each must be used to their fullest potential."
Shingen tightened his grip on his blade, the demonic mask flickering in the firelight, terrifying to any child. He was the only Noh General capable of speech, ranking directly below General Ika in authority.
"Of course, General Ika. Do not rush. Neither Valor nor the Holy Lord will obstruct our plans."
Tara's voice, low and magical, echoed, sending chills down spines.
"Across the heavens, power reigns."
Shingen's eyes blazed red, a violent fury filling him. The Yashida clan remembered their ancestors' ambition — to conquer all, unify East Asia, reshape the world, erase cultural heritage, and subjugate rival peoples.
"World War III," Dr. Greene declared coldly. "We decide when it begins."
As a high-ranking Hydra operative, she had remained independent until Baron Strucker and Alexander Pierce fell. Hydra's remnants now answered to her. Code-named Viper, she became the Lady of Hydra, wielding her influence with ruthless precision.
Suddenly, a floating, mustachioed head narrowed its gaze. Far in the distance, a figure streaked across the sky at a terrifying speed — Mach 15 — heading directly toward them.
"This is…" Shingen leapt to his feet. Even Murakami and Dr. Greene instinctively held their breath.
Red-and-gold classic plating. Sleek lines, crafted with advanced materials capable of withstanding bullets and lasers. Arcane glyphs etched across the armor glowed brilliantly, powered by miniaturized arc reactors, ensuring limitless energy.
This was a new iteration of the Warjack, fused perfectly with enchantments — a suit designed to strike unprecedented damage to dark forces.
"Iron Man!"
"Tony Stark?"
Voices gasped, disbelief filling the air.
Tony Stark, with his advanced armor, had arrived on the scene, prepared to intervene.
"Looks like the enchanted suit is finally upgraded since the New York battle," Shendu smirked, his expression a mix of amusement and mischief.
The stage was set — the clash between the technological marvel of Iron Man and the sinister forces of the Dark Kingdom, Hydra, and the Yashida clan was about to ignite.
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