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'For now? Do nothing,' Ian replied. 'However, if Death Lady visits us again and puts even greater pressure on us, we might be able to use this to make her back off, or gain some benefits.'

'Don't you want to study the possibilities of this so-called [World's Flaw], and what kind of existence it might give birth to?' Morgana asked.

'Of course I do, but we've already been overwhelmed by the projects and tasks at hand,' Ian replied. 'Besides, our timeline has no Deadpool, no Wolverine, and no immortal entities that could be considered flaws. In any case, this war will be a long one. We have plenty of time.'

'You really think so?'

'I hope so.' Ian sighed. This was no time for sentimentality, so Ian shifted his attention elsewhere.

He checked on the progress of his clones and the Avengers. The team was still in the public-relations phase, appearing before the public to establish their image. Meanwhile, the clones were handling the military training of countries around the world.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan," Ian remarked. "So, we should have some time to refine that Soul Potion."

"Not entirely," Morgana reminded him. "There are several things you need to deal with."

"What happened?"

"Loki came by and left a message. He wants to know when you'll forge his staff."

"Send a clone to do it," Ian said. "What else?"

"Odin sent word that Thor will be ready to face Hela within six months at the earliest, or a year at the latest."

"That's wonderful news. Tell him I'll be there when the battle begins." Ian nodded.

"The Wakandans reported their progress and requested assistance," Morgana continued.

"Oh?"

"They've successfully forged an eighth-generation Black Panther Suit."

"That fast?" Although he had provided them with intelligence-enhancing potions, their speed