A War Without a Beginning or End

"So..."

At this moment, Ancient One no longer cared about exposing herself. She held her right hand like a sword and swept it from the left side of her body over her head, then horizontally to the right.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Orange-yellow lines of fire bloomed in the air like lit fuses.

When the sparking lines of fire connected end to end, the enclosed space suddenly changed.

Whoosh...

A biting frost wind surged out from the spatial passageway, more than fifty meters in diameter. The urban ruins had instantly become a world blanketed in snow, yet neither Ancient One nor Lowett changed expression. The latter even offered an interested comment.

"I never thought I'd get to see a sacred training ground like this with my own eyes. Weren't spells created because mages craved comfort? With your strength, you should be able to create a paradise on earth."

Ancient One smiled politely, unoffended.

"No, sir. This is precisely my enjoyment."

"But your disciples surely don't think so." Lowett smiled. The next moment, countless masses of flesh and blood squeezed out through the gaps beneath the Leviathan's hull, wrapping and tangling together to form limbs.

Leviathan glanced at the doorway and clicked its tongue.

So small!

Then Lowett shot it a look, and it obediently squeezed its way inside.

Once they had entered the portal, the gateway vanished. In the heart of New York, the superheroes and the Chitauri invaders overhead stared at one another, remaining where they were.

They... left?

Then were they... still fighting this war?

The Chitauri commander was no fool. For Thanos, his master's master, to personally cast his gaze upon the situation, the other party was clearly an existence on the level of a cosmic overlord.

And setting aside those strange creatures around him and the ship