At night, Avengers Tower resembled a cold, austere diamond, its tip piercing the dazzling neon reflected on the Hudson River.
It exuded the serenity of looking down upon the mortal bustle.
Beneath that tranquil shell, a feast roared to life.
Waves of music battered the reinforced glass.
Multicolored beams streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling the party's lights, shadows, and clamor across sleeping Manhattan.
Every extended floating platform of the tower was lit up.
They formed a forest of steel suspended in the air.
Over a thousand fighters clung to them like fireflies returning to their nest—densely packed, yet perfectly orderly.
The sight was magnificent.
Ignoring General Ross's threats, Su Ming had accepted Tony's invitation.
He had brought his brothers and friends to hold a party at Avengers Tower.
Meanwhile, Thor lay covered in chains in a prison within a lava cave in Muspelheim, the Realm of Fire.
He bragged to a skeleton across from him about his glorious achievements on Earth.
The scene shifted.
Kamar-Taj Sanctum, Observatory.
The Ancient One stood silently at the center of the observatory. Beneath her feet was a formation that reflected the stars of the multiverse.
It slowly turned.
Her eyes were closed as her consciousness drifted through the tributaries of the river of time.
She sensed the subtle pulse of Earth's dimension.
The energy ripples unleashed by the Sokovia incident were like a massive boulder cast into a still lake.
They instantly jolted her out of deep meditation.
She abruptly opened her eyes, and a trace of gravity shone in those eyes that saw through time and space.
She saw that golden dharma manifestation, towering between heaven and earth, holding up the sky in its palm!
The power of laws within it had violently rewritten the laws of physics, even briefly warping the