All three infected superheroes had made a full recovery. There were no lingering effects, no genetic damage, no trace of the virus left behind. It was as though their horrifying transformation had never happened.
When the last wisp of the Zombie Virus Law was stripped away, purified, and annihilated by Dark Magic, Loren slowly lowered his casting hand. Black magical particles scattered across the sky, turning into points of light that faded away.
The air throughout New York grew fresh and clean again. The cold aura of doomsday vanished, and warm sunlight fell upon the earth once more.
The Zombie Universe crisis that had swept across the city and seemed impossible to stop was over. The rift had been sealed, the virus purged, the victims saved, and the fallen heroes restored. The catastrophe had come to a complete end.
On the ground, every member of the Avengers looked up at the young man in the sky, their eyes filled with deepening awe, gratitude, and shock.
They had seen gods and cosmic overlords, but never anyone who could reverse a zombie virus infection so easily, save hundreds of thousands with a wave of his hand, and erase an apocalypse just as effortlessly.
Tony Stark hovered in midair, silent for a long time. At last, he let out a soft sigh. "This goes beyond overwhelming combat power. This is the power to truly... control the world."
With the crisis over, New York officially entered its post-disaster reconstruction phase.
S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers, and local authorities joined forces to search for survivors, clear rubble, treat the injured, repair city infrastructure, and reassure the public.
Order gradually returned to streets that had been torn apart by chaos, and the battered city slowly came back to life.
Loren did not linger. He quietly led his companions