Location: Nexus Citadel – War Council Chamber
The Citadel pulsed with activity.
Every portal shimmered, every leyline hummed. The Guardians of the Multiverse had won battles, slain gods, sealed Titans—but something greater loomed beyond even their comprehension.
The Architect of Chaos was imprisoned. Chronos was gone. The heirs of Olympus had found purpose.
But warnings echoed from every realm.
Worlds flickering out.
Timelines collapsing.
A multiversal storm gathering beyond even the reach of the Nexus.
Harry stood at the heart of the War Council Chamber, surrounded by holograms and relics of a thousand realities. His allies formed a ring around him—Jean, Kratos, Thor, Eira—and now, new figures appeared from the portals.
Heroes from every world.
Iron Man from Earth-616.
Storm from Earth-1000.
Wolverine, Magneto, and Scarlet Witch from alternate X-timelines.
Doctor Strange, alive in this variant, stepping through a ripple of magic beside Clea.
And Captain America—shield in hand, battle-worn, older, but unbroken.
As they entered, Harry smiled. "Welcome, Avengers."
Steve Rogers nodded. "So… what's the threat?"
The Devourer Beyond Realms
Eira waved her hand, conjuring a swirling vision.
A creature larger than galaxies. A void with no name. A presence that consumed concepts—not just worlds or people, but hope, love, even time.
The Devourer Beyond Realms.
It was moving. Eating multiverses like stars. It had already consumed seven alternate Earths and was closing in.
Wolverine growled. "That thing ain't natural."
Jean nodded. "It's not just a being. It's the final collapse—entropy given will."
Harry tapped the Pen of Fate against the floor. "And it's coming for the Nexus next. If it reaches us, everything goes with it."
"Even the memories," Eira whispered. "No future. No past. No self."
Storm narrowed her eyes. "So how do we stop something that erases reality itself?"
Harry raised his head. "We don't just stop it. We assemble. For the first time… across every Earth."
The Plan: War of Infinite Earths
Doctor Strange stepped forward. "It's attracted to instability. Every time a universe warps—time travel, resurrection, paradox—it feeds."
"And we've all done that," Scarlet Witch said softly.
Jean met her gaze. "We have… but that's also our strength. We bend reality. Now we use that power together."
Harry pointed to the map. "We form teams across the multiverse. Earths where Avengers, X-Men, Guardians, and others can unite. We attack it from within, each team targeting one fragment of its body."
Kratos rumbled, "And who strikes the heart?"
Harry's eyes glowed with magic and memory. "We do. The Nexus Team. The Guardians of the Multiverse."
Iron Man smirked. "Classic final boss protocol."
Captain America nodded. "Then let's assemble this army."
Earths Rally to the Call
Portals opened across countless dimensions.
On Earth-928, Spider-Man 2099 led the future Avengers.
On Earth-TRN814, a version of Thor born of both Asgard and Wakanda wielded dual hammers.
Earth-2149, the reformed Marvel Zombies, marched under Magneto and a reanimated Black Panther.
Even Asgard, rebuilt across dimensions, sent Valkyries led by Jane Foster.
The X-Men from a peaceful mutant utopia arrived in living ships grown from Krakoan seeds.
And Deadpool… well, he just showed up uninvited from four different timelines, armed to the teeth.
"Don't worry," he said to Harry. "I've killed abstract concepts before. I once stabbed 'Regret' in the face. Weird Tuesday."
Harry blinked. "…Right."
The Eve of War
On the night before departure, the Nexus Citadel glowed with lanterns and murmurs. Warriors stood in silence. Some prayed. Others sharpened weapons or wrote letters that would never be sent.
Harry stood alone at the highest balcony.
Jean joined him, watching him closely. "You okay?"
He hesitated. "I've died before. I've fought gods. I've bent time. But this? I don't know if we can win."
She leaned on the railing. "Maybe we can't. But we're still going to fight. And that's what scares the Devourer."
Harry smiled faintly. "Hope."
"Exactly."
Kratos stood beside them now, wordless. He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, nodding once.
The others joined—Thor, Eira, Strange, Storm, Steve, Wanda, Logan.
Heroes and warriors. Gods and mortals.
And Harry Potter, the immortal boy with too many legacies.
"Then let's assemble," he said.
And the portals roared open.