Hang withdrew the intangible threads of the Soul Law. The three executioners collapsed like puppets with cut strings, silently crumpling to the ground. Their bodies still lived, but their consciousnesses were sealed in an eternal prison—living statues.
Time in the conference room returned to normal.
Rhodey's War Machine armor blared alarms as he staggered half a step before regaining balance. Sam sucked in a sharp breath, nearly dropping his vibranium shield. Wanda dismissed her Chaos Magic and quickly moved to Hang's side, concern filling her eyes.
"What did you see?"
"A coordinate. A name." Hang's gaze passed over everyone and landed on Nathaniel lying on the floor. The dark violet glow on the boy's body had faded, leaving him pale and extremely weak.
Hang withdrew his gaze, his tone turning heavier. "And a fact—the Council of Kangs is more troublesome than I imagined. They're not just conquerors. They're more like gardeners pruning reality. And we're the weeds on their list."
"What do you mean?" Rhodey pressed, unease in his voice.
Hang didn't answer directly. He raised a hand and lightly sliced through the air. A stable spatial rift opened in the center of the room.
On the other side lay the majestic Norwegian coastline—and a thriving city.
New Asgard.
Hang didn't step through. Instead, he extended his hand into the rift, his Space Law stretching outward like invisible tendrils.
At that moment, on a palace balcony in New Asgard, Thor stood gazing into the distance.
He was no longer the broken man from the final battle. Time had healed part of his wounds, and responsibility had straightened his back. Dressed in refined Asgardian attire, his hair and beard neatly trimmed, he once again radiated the bearing of a king.
The next instant, he sensed the disturbance—but before he could react, an irresistible force wrapped around him and pulled him across space.
Thor's vision blurred. When he steadied himself, he was already inside the Avengers' conference room.
He scanned the room—Rhodey, Sam, Wanda, three unconscious strangers, and a frail boy.
Finally, his eyes met Hang's.
"Hang," Thor said steadily. "You're back. Looks like the universe is in trouble again."
"Bigger than you think." Hang looked down at him sharply. "The multiversal war has begun. The Council's executioners just tried to erase me. I need stronger power."
Thor's gaze sharpened instantly. One look at the executioners, one sense of their residual energy—and he understood the severity.
He didn't hesitate.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Your axe."
Thor raised his hand. Lightning flashed as Stormbreaker tore through space and appeared, landing firmly in his grip.
The axe blade remained deadly Uru metal, crackling with lightning. The handle—Groot's branch, shaped by Hang's reality manipulation—still had six empty slots.
Hang's eyes fell on those slots.
"I remember you said it wasn't complete," Thor said.
"It isn't."
Thor frowned. "The Infinity Stones… Thanos destroyed them. Reduced them to atoms. Even Doctor Strange confirmed—they can't be found in any timeline."
"Reduced to atoms isn't the same as gone." Hang raised his hand. Golden runes appeared. "Matter isn't destroyed. Thanos merely disassembled them to their most fundamental particles. Those particles—still carry the imprint of universal laws."
Rhodey stepped forward, stunned. "You're saying… you can bring them back? Across the entire universe?"
"For mortals, impossible." Hang's runes began to spin. "For me—the cost is acceptable."
He acted.
Alchemy Law—activated.
Golden patterns spread, forming a massive three-dimensional alchemical array—alive, pulsing.
Wanda's heart pounded. This wasn't energy manipulation—this was rewriting existence itself.
"The price of alchemy is traversing the universe, gathering every particle," Hang said calmly. "But time and reality will pay the cost for me."
Green light flared in his left hand.
Time Law—activated.
The room's spacetime fractured and folded. To others, Hang stood still—but within his isolated timeline, countless moments passed.
Then crimson energy surged—Reality Warping—compressing the impossible task into a single universal scan.
All systems failed. Rhodey's displays turned to static. Sam and Rhodey were forced back. Wanda's Chaos Magic barely held.
Hang closed his eyes.
His consciousness expanded across the universe—galaxies, nebulae, dark matter seas, newborn stars.
He found them.
A rift opened—Titan's ruins. Blue particles gathered—Space Stone.
Another—solar storms. Green fragments coalesced—Time Stone.
Another—void. Orange whispers—Soul Stone.
Then purple, red, yellow—
Power. Reality. Mind.
Six Infinity Stones hovered before him, radiating overwhelming power.
Only Thor stood firm, gripping Stormbreaker, eyes blazing.
"Raise it," Hang commanded.
Thor roared, lifting the axe.
The stones circled—then slammed into the six slots.
A soul-piercing shriek erupted.
Not harmony—resistance.
The fury of six fundamental laws bound together.
Thor screamed as power tore through him, threatening to erase him completely.
But at the brink—
"I AM THOR! SON OF ODIN!"
His lightning surged—not resisting, but conquering.
A clash of will and law.
Then—
Silence.
The storm stabilized.
Thor rose into the air, surrounded by a halo of six-colored light and golden lightning.
Stormbreaker—complete.
Hang lowered his hand, nodding slightly.
At last, the weapon forged for the endgame had reached its final form.
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