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The night fell cold over the Himalayas, the sharp winds whispered between the temples of Kamar-Taj, where time and magic intertwined. Akira had been there before, discreetly, as an observer. But now, his mission was different. It was time to subtly alter one of the events that would shape the balance of the Earth.
The Death of the Elder Master.
Akira knew that this timeline was about to come to fruition. Dormammu was already working his tricks in the shadows, weakening the Ancient One little by little. Her death was no coincidence, but part of a larger plan: to leave Earth vulnerable.
But Akira had permission. God had given him the opening. Her death was a variable, not a universal fixation. And Akira loved dealing with variables.
Kamar-Taj was on alert.He walked through the inner streets, his presence cloaked by spatial camouflage spells. But to those sensitive to the mystical flow, it was impossible to ignore the heavy air. Something was wrong.
To ambush
On the roofs of the temple, the Elder Master fought—alone, as fate always dictated. Three entities corrupted by Dormammu's power emerged from the darkness, their forms distorted, mouths sewn shut, eyes burning with the dark energy of the Dark Dimension.
She was powerful. Even wounded, her strikes were swift and precise. Portals opened and closed, blades of light sliced through the air, and spells of restraint bound enemies… but the poison was already coursing through her veins. Dormammu had played dirty.
And that was where Akira intervened.
— Dormammu, you play too low for a pocket 'god' — Akira whispered, undoing the invisibility spell.
With a snap of his fingers, space distorted. The creatures trembled before being disintegrated by a beam of pure creation magic. There was no resistance possible; Akira controlled the laws around him.
The Elder Master staggered in surprise, her normally serene expression marred by pain and fatigue.
- Who…?
"There's no time for introductions," Akira replied, already at her side. "You'll die in minutes if you don't act. But fortunately, I'm stubborn enough not to let that happen."
She tried to protest, but Akira was already conjuring the seal. From his hands, runes of advanced healing and life manipulation pulsed, a combination of alchemy, temporal magic, and regeneration that only someone with his powers could employ.
The poison, a hellish creation from the Dark Dimension, held out. But Akira had faced Tarrasques, elemental dragons, and cosmic beings. Dormammu's dirty tricks would not stop him.
The energy d
"You have altered the flow of fate," she said, intrigued, her voice now firm.
Akira smiled, with the typical mocking humor that accompanied him.
— Let's just say that... I made a "technical adjustment" to the inevitable. And before you complain about paradoxes, I've already spoken to the person in charge of all this.
The Elder arched an eyebrow, understanding more than she let on.
- God?
— Tea with him. Good chat, questionable taste in clothes — replied Akira.
The Legacy Kept
The sky cleared, and Dormammu's dark presence temporarily retreated, angered by the unexpected interference. But Akira knew that the confrontation with the Lord of the Dark Dimension was only postponed.
The Elder, now healthy, was aware of the price and the privilege.
"You saved my life, but you messed with the board," she said, walking beside him. "I don't know if that was wise."
— Dormammu is already interfering, hidden. I only gave this side an advantage — Akira replied. — But let me make it clear: I did not come to lead, nor to steal your role. I just… arrange the pieces.
She smiled for the first time.
— So… an ally outside the rules? — he asked, with a wise glint in his eyes.
— An ally with a sense of humor — Akira added.
Consequences and Next Steps
The Elder Master's rescue did not go unnoticed:
Dormammu realized the real threat posed by Akira and would begin to accelerate his own plans.
Odin, discreetly informed by God, temporarily suspended his inopportune "visits", understanding that the elf-mage was not someone to be underestimated.
With the Ancient One alive, Kamar-Taj grew stronger, and Stephen Strange would still have his way, but now under increased surveillance and preparation.
Akira returned to Earth, his secret base in New York, where AstraTech and Verdant Trade flourished.
"One thing at a time," he muttered, reviewing new projects.
Magical farming plans to reduce global hunger.
Joint research with Stark for rescue armor and not just combat.
Magic-derived medical technology for civilian hospitals, all camouflaged as "scientific advancement."
The Marvel universe was in flux, and Akira, with unlikely allies and a dry sense of humor, was ready to continue reshaping destiny, one piece at a time.