The skies above Paris bled crimson. The Eiffel Tower was long gone, nothing but molten steel twisted into the earth, and the air itself shimmered with radiation and the echo of screams. From the ruins of the once-great city rose the sound of thunderous footsteps—slow, rhythmic, and inhumanly heavy.
The Infinity Hulk stood at the city's heart, his skin glowing in vibrant streaks of green and gold as cosmic energy pulsed through his veins. Every breath he took cracked the ground beneath him, and every movement sent ripples of raw Infinity Energy spilling into the air like a living storm. His eyes—once filled with intelligence—now burned with the weight of a god barely holding himself together.
All around him, the dead gathered.
Wanda Maximoff hovered above the desolation, her eyes a haunting scarlet, her hair whipping wildly in the chaos she had summoned. The Scarlet Queen—ruler of the dead and devourer of the living—had come for the prize she believed destiny owed her: the Infinity Power.
"He will break," she whispered, her voice echoing across the battlefield as thousands of zombies screamed in unison below. "He cannot hold eternity forever."
She raised a hand, and the horde surged forward like a tide of flesh and bone. Talokanil zombies, their blue skin marred with decay, sprinted across the cracked earth, leaping with inhuman agility. Asgardian undead thundered behind them, their glowing weapons still humming faintly with godly power.
But the Hulk roared—a sound that tore through the clouds and shattered what was left of Paris. With a single ground-shaking smash, he unleashed a shockwave of golden energy that vaporized an entire front line of the undead.
Abomination, now twisted and half-rotten, lunged from the shadows, his body covered in bite marks, his eyes dead and hungry. The two titans collided with such force that the earth split apart, and for a brief moment, the undead paused to watch as the two monsters fought like gods.
Hulk slammed Abomination through a collapsed cathedral, grabbed a massive bell, and used it like a club to crush his skull. But even as Abomination fell, more swarmed in—thousands, then tens of thousands. Hulk tore them apart, every punch igniting the air with cosmic energy, every roar sending shockwaves that flattened entire districts.
Still, he was losing ground.
From above, Wanda smiled—not with joy, but with triumph. Her hands weaved crimson sigils in the air, and with a flick of her wrist, she summoned something monstrous.
The Raft.
The prison fortress rose from the Atlantic depths, propelled by waves of necrotic energy. Its walls were shattered, its engines glowing with the same sickly red light that burned in Wanda's eyes.
And within it—thousands of Talokanil zombies, their claws scratching against the metal walls, waiting to be unleashed.
"Go," Wanda commanded, and the Raft exploded open, spilling the ocean's dead into the ruined city. The horde swarmed over Hulk like ants, climbing, tearing, biting—but he would not fall. He crushed them by the hundreds, smashing the Raft's twisted remains into the ground.
Then Wanda threw her final card.
She reached into her pocket dimension and unleashed Pym Particles-enlarged zombies—towering monstrosities that crashed into the city, each step shaking the world. Among them, undead Asgardians with shattered armor and missing limbs descended from the skies, their axes blazing with corrupted lightning.
The Hulk tried to fight, but the ground beneath him was now a sea of the dead. He swung his fists, and whole legions disappeared, but even his boundless strength began to falter under the endless assault.
Wanda descended slowly, her eyes locked on him. "You held the universe once, Banner," she whispered. "Now give it to someone who can reshape it."
Hulk roared again—his final roar—and lunged at her, his fist colliding with her barrier in a flash of blinding energy. But Wanda was no longer human. She caught his blow mid-air, and with a gesture, she sent him crashing to his knees.
The ground split. Infinity Energy bled into the earth, fracturing reality itself. Hulk tried to rise again—but his body trembled, his light flickering. He fell, panting, his massive form sinking into the rubble.
Wanda hovered above him, her eyes shimmering with desire. She extended her hand, ready to drain the Infinity Energy from his broken body.
And then—the air tore open.
Dozens of golden portals flared to life across the battlefield.
Wanda turned sharply, her expression twisting into rage as she felt the energy signatures—magic, divine, and far beyond her control.
From one portal, Kamala Khan, Shang-Chi, Yelena, and some sorcerers emerged with their weapons drawn. From another, Valkyrie soared out, her blade gleaming as she cut down undead midair. Spider-Man swung through the chaos, even scouting, covering the wounded, while Shalltear descended gracefully, crimson eyes blazing.
Death Dealer, Jimmy, Blade Knight, Katy, and Kate emerge from the other.
Alastor stepped through the central portal.
"Coin here. Coins there." He murmurs.
Wanda glared at him, her magic flaring violently. "You dare stand in my way again?" she hissed. "I have waited too long for this power!"
"Sorry, I also kind of need that power to save this world."
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