Death was quiet.
Not painful. Not dramatic.
Just a flicker — and then eternity.
And then…
Light.
Not blinding. Not warm.
Ancient.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a garden.
Flowers that had never bloomed in any human world swayed in a wind that did not exist. A tower of white stone rose behind me, spiraling toward a sky painted in twilight.
Avalon.
No.
Not merely Avalon.
My Avalon.
Memories flooded in.
The forging of the Ebony Blade from fallen star-metal.
The laughter of Artoria drawing Caliburn.
The hum of the Elder Wand answering my call.
The whisper of dragons beneath the earth.
The turning of universes like pages in a book.
Marvel.
Fate.
Wizarding Britain.
Camelot.
All of them were mine.
All of them were me.
I exhaled softly.
And time stopped.
Across the cosmos, clocks froze.
Stars halted mid-burn.
And I smiled.
"So… this is the timeline I've inherited."
In the distance, I felt it.
The Ancient One meditating.
Odin watching.
Dormammu raging beyond the Dark Dimension.
And far above them all…
Something noticed me.
Good.
Let them.
The Garden of Avalon expanded.