Void Avengers

Chu Hang stood in a lifeless gray-white void.

Fourteen laws flowed slowly within him like a dormant river of stars. The definition of greed was silently eroding the foundations of this space.

In the distance, Earth's outline flickered behind the phase barrier like an oil painting submerged in water, its colors returning slowly but stubbornly. Too slowly. The phase barrier was like an impossibly resilient cosmic membrane. The harder he pushed Earth back toward reality, the more terrifying the backlash from the void became.

Something was wrong.

This was not simply a contest of strength.

Chu Hang's eyes snapped open. His gaze pierced the ominous black vortex deep within the void like a divine sword leaving its sheath. Young Nathaniel floated at its center, his chest rising and falling faintly. The eerie gold coin on his forehead pulsed with light like a sinister heart, setting the rhythm of the entire void.

That coin was no mere causal anchor. Deep inside it, a warped, ancient, mad will watched coldly across spacetime.

White-Clad Kang.

The Kang variant who had used himself as a pawn amid the ruins of Chronopolis to simulate 137,421 defeats would never have left behind only a weapon.

As the thought flashed through Chu Hang's mind, more than a hundred Void Avengers had already poured from the black vortex. Born from the void, each was a monster twisted from the unwilling remnants and obsessions of heroes whose timelines had been erased. They were the Anti-Monitor's most loyal puppets.

Boom!

Hundreds of black tentacles condensed from Antimatter struck Clark's silver force field at once. Spiderweb cracks finally appeared across that radiance of absolute order. He could feel the foundations of his very concept being eroded by the void.

Thor's swings with Stormbreaker had grown sluggish. The lightning storm along its