Thunder cracked overhead as the Leviathan's corpse crashed down onto a row of cars, fire bursting skyward. Hulk roared in triumph, slamming the alien armor into the ground so hard that a crater formed beneath his feet.
Above him, Thor descended like a comet of lightning—his hammer spinning, the storm raging at his command. He struck down onto the Leviathan's back with a shattering bolt of light, sending blue energy crackling through the creature's spine until it exploded in a burst of fire and plasma.
"Good hit!" Steve called through the comms, bracing his shield as the shockwave rolled past him.
Thor gave a grin. "Then let us see who can fell more of them, Captain!"
Steve chuckled. "You're on."
All across Manhattan, the Avengers fought like a living storm.
Iron Man cut through the air above them, a streak of gold and red weaving between collapsing towers. "Heads up, Cap—more hostiles inbound from the northeast. I'm redirecting power to the unibeam; this'll clear some space."
His chest reactor flared, and a blinding column of energy lanced outward, slicing through an entire Chitauri carrier ship. It erupted into flame, raining debris across the streets.
"Nice shot, Stark!" Natasha shouted from below. Her spider familiar sprang onto a nearby wall, spreading its legs wide to weave a thick net of black webbing that caught falling wreckage before it could crush fleeing civilians. She swung out of the way just as a Chitauri troop carrier crashed into the side of a building.
"Careful down there, Widow," Tony said, looping around. "You're in the splash zone."
"I'm not the one who shoots exploding fireworks in downtown Manhattan!" she snapped back, firing another shot that dropped two aliens.
"Fair," Tony admitted.
Meanwhile, Clint's falcon swooped low, wings slicing through smoke. Clint leapt off its back, landing on the burning roof of a parking garage, firing three rapid arrows that burst into clusters of spectral fire. "Rain fire," he muttered, and his falcon obeyed—the skies filled with streaking, burning feathers that detonated like bombs among the Chitauri ranks.
The battlefield trembled. The heroes were holding their own—but the enemy was endless.
And through it all, Alex was a ghost. He moved between shadows, his aura rippling like liquid light and darkness intertwined. Where others fought with noise and fury, his presence was silent and surgical. A Chitauri blade slashed toward him; he caught it midair with one hand and crushed it into dust with a pulse of mana.
Then he raised his other hand. "Dominion: Shadow March."
From beneath the cracked pavement, black tendrils erupted, dragging dozens of Chitauri into the ground. Screams echoed for a moment—then silence. In their place, new figures rose—skeletal warriors draped in faint blue fire, spectral echoes of the fallen aliens bound to Alex's will.
"Protect the civilians. Defend the perimeter," Alex ordered. The undead obeyed without hesitation, forming walls of spectral shields around survivors as evacuation teams pushed through the chaos.
Over the comms, Steve's voice cut through static. "Alex, how's the south block?"
"Secured," Alex replied. His tone was calm—too calm for a battlefield. "No more civilians in the open. Moving toward the tower."
"Copy that. Stark, he's on your flank."
"Good," Tony said, streaking by in a blur. "Because things just got worse."
The sky split again.
A new Leviathan—larger than the rest—emerged from the portal, its scales glimmering with dark energy. Behind it, hundreds more Chitauri ships began to swarm, blotting out the sun. The city darkened under their shadow.
Steve tightened his grip on his shield. "We're running out of time."
Thor looked up, eyes narrowing. "Then we strike harder."
Alex's gaze followed the Leviathan. The mana around him pulsed, and a low hum filled the air. "I'll deal with the big one," he said.
Tony flew up beside him, HUD flaring with red warnings. "You sure? That thing's the size of a battleship."
Alex's eyes gleamed faintly white. "Its easy plus I need my own Hellicarrier."
"what do you mean?" Others asked as Alex just laughed "you will see".
Tony hovered beside him, frowning inside his helmet. "Wait—your own Helicarrier? Did I miss a meeting or something?"
Thor tilted his head, thunder still crackling around his shoulders. "A Helicarrier? You seek to build a flying fortress of your own?"
Alex just smirked, eyes glowing brighter as his mana surged. "Not build." He raised a hand toward the burning clouds. "Create."
Alex's smirk deepened as energy began to pulse from his hand—thick, black-red mana twisting through the air like liquid lightning. The others felt the pressure instantly; even Thor's lightning flickered uncertainly.
"Wait—Alex, what are you doing?" Tony demanded, armor scanners flaring with warning signals. "That energy signature—it's restructuring matter!"
But Alex didn't respond. His eyes burned brighter, white overlaid with crimson glyphs, his voice echoing with a low distortion.
"Devil's Alchemy: Transfigure."
The ground shook. The air around them warped as space itself folded inwards, the clouds above swirling into a massive vortex. From that vortex, something began to form—a titanic structure of blackened steel and shimmering crimson crystal, easily three times the size of a standard Helicarrier.
The ground trembled as Alex raised his hand, his eyes glowing an ethereal white threaded with crimson. The air around him rippled and distorted, the very fabric of space folding inward like glass under pressure. Clouds above twisted into a massive spiral, their centers flashing with black-red lightning.
Then—from that storm—a colossal silhouette began to emerge.
What took form was not a mere airship, but something regal and terrifying:
A colossal pirate ship took shape—its body forged from black obsidian, sleek and smooth yet etched with veins of crimson crystal that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Along its sides, the glow of the crystals traced elegant patterns, giving it both a regal and ominous beauty.
At its bow rested a Leviathan carved in exquisite detail, its serpentine form twisting outward as if ready to break free. The creature's eyes shimmered faintly red, catching the light from the storm above.
Rising from the deck were towering red masts, their sails unfurling like banners of flame. The entire ship exuded an aura of majesty and dominance—dark, powerful, and breathtakingly magnificent, as if it had been born from the depths of the abyss and sculpted by the hands of gods.
Tony's jaw nearly dropped. "That's not just a Helicarrier… that's a damn flying pirate ship straight out of hell."
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