Location: The Infinite Cosmos – The Threshold Between Realms
Time moved differently in the spaces between worlds—slow, yet relentless. In the far reaches of the multiverse, where gods once walked but were now forgotten, something stirred. Something ancient, powerful, and long lost to myth.
The Forgotten Gods.
They were the ones who had shaped the very fabric of existence, their names whispered in the stories of mortals and immortals alike, their powers unparalleled. But as the ages passed, they faded from memory—replaced by the gods of Olympus, Asgard, and other realms. Their temples fell into ruin. Their names became the stuff of legend.
Until now.
The time of their return had arrived.
The Gathering Storm
The skies above Camelot, once serene, had begun to swirl with an unfamiliar energy. A strange hum filled the air, a vibration that spoke of both reality and time being bent. The Starborn Council, having just vanquished Voldemort's last Horcrux, felt the change ripple through the fabric of the multiverse.
At the center of the Citadel, Harry stood alone, his senses heightened. The balance they had fought for was now at risk. The multiverse was shifting. The winds of change whispered through the cosmos, bringing with it the presence of ancient beings—those forgotten gods who had not known peace since their fall from grace.
He turned toward Liana, who had felt it too.
"It's them," she whispered. "They've awakened."
The First Among Them: The God of Shadows
The first of the Forgotten Gods to emerge was not one of light or creation. No, it was Gorath, the God of Shadows—a being whose very essence was darkness, not the absence of light, but an active force of entropy and decay.
He materialized before the Council, his form shifting and flickering like a living shadow, his eyes glowing with an inner fire that suggested the darkness itself was alive.
"I am the shadow that guides the light," Gorath spoke, his voice a whisper, yet it echoed through the very soul. "I have watched as you called yourselves protectors, but now the true balance will be tested."
Gorath had once ruled over the night, the darkness between the stars, the cold emptiness of the void. For millennia, he had slept, bound by ancient powers beyond his comprehension. But now, with the multiverse at its weakest, he had awoken—and his first act was a warning.
"You dare speak of balance, when your world, your universe, has tipped toward destruction. I will remake it, as it once was."
As he spoke, shadows reached out, engulfing the Citadel. The walls trembled, and the air thickened with the weight of his power.
But Harry, unwavering, stepped forward.
"You may have ruled the darkness once," he said firmly, "but we protect the light."
With a flick of his wand and the surge of the Phoenix's power within him, Harry summoned the light of Excalibur Phoenix, blasting the shadow back into the void. But the God of Shadows was not easily defeated. He only smiled, retreating back into the corners of the cosmos, his eyes still gleaming with malice.
"This is but a beginning," Gorath whispered before disappearing.
The Council Convenes
With the first of the Forgotten Gods making their presence known, the Starborn Council gathered, their faces grim. This was no ordinary challenge.
Loki, ever the trickster, was the first to speak.
"So the old ones are awake. This changes everything."
Doctor Strange, his eyes narrowed, nodded.
"The very fabric of the multiverse is shifting. These gods are not like the ones we know—they were the architects of creation itself. And if they wish to remake things… we are in for a battle unlike anything we've ever faced."
Hermione, still the voice of reason, added:
"But why now? Why after all these millennia?"
The answer came from an unexpected source—Jean Grey, who, drawing upon the Phoenix Force, felt the pulse of the multiverse more keenly than anyone else.
"Because they never truly left. The magic, the very essence of their being, was woven into the structure of everything. Every timeline, every universe… it's all been built on the foundations they laid."
And then, from the far corner of the room, the voice of Liana cut through the tension.
"It's not about balance anymore. It's about remaking. They want to reshape everything, to return to an age of their dominion. And they'll stop at nothing to get it."
The weight of her words hung heavily in the air.
The Arrival of the Gods
In the coming days, one by one, the Forgotten Gods began to make themselves known:
Thera, the Goddess of Time, whose powers could manipulate the very threads of destiny.
Kairos, the God of Chaos, whose laughter echoed through the winds as his influence spread, unraveling the carefully constructed laws of nature.
Athar, the God of Creation, whose touch could bring entire worlds into existence, but also destroy them just as easily.
Morrigan, the Goddess of War, whose eyes burned with the fire of conflict and whose armies were the embodiment of endless battle.
Each god brought with them unimaginable power and a relentless desire to remake the multiverse in their image.
The Starborn Council knew that the stakes had never been higher.
The Final Stand
As the gods descended upon the realms, their very presence twisted reality. Stars blinked out of existence, timelines shattered, and entire civilizations crumbled under the weight of their power.
But Harry and his allies stood ready, for they knew the price of failure.
Together, they gathered their strength, their resolve, and their most powerful weapons. The battle would not be fought with brute force alone, but with wisdom, unity, and the understanding that only through cooperation could they hope to stand against the forces of the Forgotten Gods.
And so, the greatest battle the multiverse had ever known began—one not just of strength, but of will, as they faced the return of the gods who had once shaped reality itself.