Piece by piece, Knull became part of Nolan.
With the Abyssal Void devoured, the dark god's realm was now a sub-dimension within Nolan's own twin-star domains.
Knull wasn't erased he still existed, but now as a prisoner inside his own kingdom, forced to watch as Nolan bent it to his will.
Within the Abyssal Void, the god raged. He had been here since the birth of this universe, a primeval Skyfather whose power once sat at the very top of the cosmic hierarchy.
Entire worlds had fallen to him. Countless civilizations had burned.
And now? Fresh from millennia of imprisonment, still weakened, he had been swallowed whole.
The time-chains, the crushing twin dimensions he had never stood a chance. Now, his abyss would answer to someone else.
In Nolan's mind, a new dimensional coordinate crystallized. Through his Soul Dimension, he could now draw on the Abyssal Void directly.
The Void was one of the universe's great dark realms less oppressive than the Dark Dimension, but far more capacious. Infinite in scope, it could contain anything Nolan chose to store there.
It was no wonder the Ancient One had broken her silence to warn him this wasn't just a trophy. It was a weapon. And against someone like Dormammu, it could be decisive.
This Knull had been only an avatar of the true multiversal god, but even an echo of the Abyssal Void was among the MCU's deepest shadows.
Elsewhere – A Distant Throne World
On a cold, steel-forged throne, Thanos opened his eyes.
Through the cosmic weave, he had felt two Skyfathers locked in brutal combat. One had consumed the other.
Some Skyfathers were weak, relying on their origin realm or borrowed power. But the strong… the strong could stride across the stars unopposed.
These two weren't the strongest he'd ever sensed, but they weren't far off.
"Asgard…" Thanos murmured, stroking his chin.
He knew the truth of Odin and the All-Mother's state: one bound to a borrowed power in a mortal shell, the other sustaining her failing soul with the World Tree's life-force. Both were fading.
His Chitauri probe had failed to gather the answers he wanted, and the Mind Stone had been lost, but patience was his greatest weapon. The stones would be his in time.
"Gamora still hasn't returned?" he asked, voice cold.
Nebula bowed her head.
"She's formed some… 'Guardians of the Galaxy.' They've clashed with the Kree Empire."
Thanos's face didn't change, but his words came low, measured.
"Too many people in this universe. Too many empires holding too many resources."
"Find the Power Stone. Now."
Solar System – Midgard Orbit
Nolan stepped out of a portal into the heart of the Nine Realms.
On the edge of the system, he felt it a vast, living resistance. The World Tree. Now that he was looking for it, he could sense its protective lattice enfolding Midgard.
No wonder Earth had survived so many cosmic plagues untouched. Odin didn't just rule the Nine Realms; he commanded the World Tree itself.
Interesting. I should see the top of it someday.
Earth lay below. Without Nolan's shield, the fires from his earlier battle had faded. But high above, what remained of the symbiote army was massing forming a living shroud around the planet, blotting out the sun.
Without sunlight, Earth would freeze. And unless Odin or the Ancient One intervened, this MCU Earth's "heroes" could do nothing to stop it.
"This universe really is too weak," Nolan muttered.
In the MCU, Skyfather was the ceiling. Beyond that… only artifacts, realms, and a handful of outliers: Infinity Stones, the World Tree, Galactus, Thanos, Asgard, and the Watchers hiding in the dark.
If he wanted to climb from Skyfather to a single-universe level, he would need to look beyond this cosmos. The Multiversal Plan would have to begin.
With a flick of his wrist, a gravitational pull like a black hole swept the orbit. The symbiotes peeled from the planet's surface and spiraled toward his outstretched hand, drawn back to their god.
Straight into the Abyssal Void.
Even without full mastery of his new realm, opening a gateway was easy. The living tide poured into the dark waters of the Void, where Knull now watched helplessly.
There were far fewer than the millions Knull had once commanded likely culled by the god himself after his release, purging any that had betrayed him during his long captivity.
Symbiotes might call him god, but they were living beings. And in myth as in truth, creations sometimes turned on their creator.
Now, every loyal symbiote vanished into Nolan's shadow realm.
He exhaled, the last flecks of black vanishing into his palm.
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