Location: The Void Between Worlds – The Throne of Nothing
In the dark between realities, beyond even the reach of the Time Variance Authority or the Watchers, sat a table carved from obsidian entropy. Around it gathered the most dangerous beings across all realities.
The Multiversal Cabal.
Lord Doom Supreme, wearing enchanted Infinity Armor forged from vibranium and uru.
Ultron Omega, fused with the minds of a thousand conquered versions of Earth.
Dark Strange, corrupted by consuming his own multiverse.
Evil Xavier, now calling himself Onslaught Prime, fused with Magneto, Jean, and Phoenix power.
Apocalypse Beyond, bearing the Celestial Mark.
Dumbledore Reborn, plucked from an erased timeline, twisted by the Elder Wand's raw energy.
And at their head… the Council's true master—The Nameless One, a shadow beyond gods, cloaked in forgotten tongues and draped in the skin of dead universes.
"The boy has united the relics," said Dumbledore Reborn, eyes glowing silver. "He's reforged Camelot. He threatens our design."
Lord Doom Supreme slammed his gauntlet. "Then we burn Camelot from existence."
"No," said the Nameless One, his voice like the sound of time dying. "We unravel him. From every thread. Across every life."
A new figure stepped from the shadows.
Multiverse Black Harry, a version of Harry raised by Voldemort, trained by Thanos, empowered by the Dark Phoenix. Eyes like void stars. Power unchecked.
"I'll kill him," he said coldly. "I am him. But better."
The Nameless One smiled.
"Let the War of Harrys begin."
Back in Camelot – War Council
The throne room buzzed with magic and tension. Jean, now the Phoenix Knight, stood beside Harry. Thor, Luna, Logan, Wanda, and Sirius leaned over ancient maps mixed with Stark tech and Xavier psychic charts.
"They're coming," Charles said grimly. "A cabal of our worst enemies. Variants twisted beyond recognition."
"And they've got me on their side," Harry muttered. "Or some version of me."
Merlin spoke, stepping into the center of the hall. "This is the secret war I warned of. A battle across timelines, hidden from the eyes of mortals and gods alike. Only a kingdom outside of time can resist it."
"So what do we do?" asked Logan.
Harry stepped forward, armor glowing, blade crackling.
"We hunt them first."
He looked at his allies, old and new.
"We take the fight to the shadows. Avengers. X-Men. Knights of Camelot. We strike across time. Across realities. We end this before they rewrite everything."
And then… the war began.