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Nolan's cells expanded like galaxies, every strand of his being reshaped by the Space Stone. The two miniature suns he had cultivated were drawn deep into his cellular core, each star anchoring itself within a single cell, radiating energy like tiny dimensional reactors.
It felt limitless a body where every cell was its own universe.
The Stone had changed him. Coordinates of space itself unfolded before his eyes with terrifying clarity, his mastery of teleportation and dimensional bending growing sharper by the heartbeat.
"Not bad," Nolan muttered, exhaling slowly. The decision to merge his adaptive evolution with the Infinity Stones had proven brilliant. He was becoming the living counterpart to Thanos's gauntlet a human Infinity Gauntlet.
Space was his. Power would be next.
But before he could reach for the Orb, a pulse in the threads of fate caught his attention. He frowned. Ragnarök is about to begin.
Elsewhere, Stephen Strange paused mid-experiment when his master's voice echoed in his mind.
"Strange. Fetch Thor and Loki. Bring them to the New York Sanctum."
The sorcerer sighed, snapping a portal open. His assistants barely noticed as he stepped through. "I want at least a hundred new data sets by the time I'm back! Nail this phase, and you all get a week of paid leave!"
"Boss, you're the best!" his team cheered, already diving back into their arcane-biotech research.
Strange emerged in Norway, where two figures stood before a crumbling retirement home. Thor mourned aloud, while his brother kept an uneasy silence.
Strange approached. "Gentlemen. The Supreme Sorcerer requests your presence."
Thor blinked. "Supreme Sorcerer? Since when did Midgard have wizards with titles?"
Loki's expression flickered. He remembered the man who had looked through his disguise on Asgard, the one who had promised they would meet again.
"We know him," Loki murmured. "Father knows him."
Thor looked surprised but followed without protest. "Then perhaps this sorcerer can help us find him."
Strange opened a glowing ring of fire. "After you, princes of Asgard."
The brothers stepped through and found themselves within the sanctum's grand hall. At its center, a man in casual clothes studied a glowing sphere.
Nolan raised his eyes. "Thor. Loki. You've come."
Behind him, a colossal silhouette seemed to rise two blazing suns and countless smaller lights orbiting his frame. The sight froze Thor in place; for a moment he felt like a child again, standing before Odin in his prime.
"Your father awaits," Nolan said. "But time is short."
The sanctum shifted. Suddenly, the brothers stood on a windswept cliff. At its edge, a weary old man gazed out at the sea.
"Thank you, Supreme Sorcerer," Odin said softly. He had been expecting this moment.
Nolan inclined his head. "A promise is a promise." With a faint smile, he vanished, leaving father and sons alone.
Thor's voice caught in his throat. "Father…"
Odin's presence was diminished, his once-boundless aura flickering. Yet his eyes still carried the weight of a king who had ruled Nine Realms.
"Father, I've come to take you home," Thor whispered, stepping to his side.
Odin sighed. "My time is nearly done. I waited here for you both."
Loki lingered on the other side, bitterness in his eyes at how Odin still favored his brother.
But for a moment, all three stood together father and sons, at the edge of an ending. Thɪs chapter is updated by Nove1Fire.net
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