All the heroes had gotten into hundreds of groups, with at least one TVA member, and they all went across different universes in an attempt to find the Kang. Little did they know, it was all a trap.
They listened to the chip.
"Come in... Come in!" shouted Immortus' voice on the other end.
"Answer it," said Marc to Rama Tut. "Say one thing about us and you're a dead man."
Rama Tut sighed and answered the call.
"Yes, I am here."
"Excellent... are they all out?"
"Yes," said Tut in an almost unenthusiastic tone.
"Good... very good," said Immortus.
"Be prepared when it happens."
With that, the chip stopped buzzing and Immortus' voice ceased.
Tut prepared to use his small black device once again, but Mobius acted quickly. He used his pruning rod and made quick work of it.
Reed stretched out his arm and tied it up tightly around Tut, preventing escape.
"What was he talking about?"
Tut merely gave a smug grin and chuckled.
"I won't tell. You're all going to kill me anyway."
"No, we won't," said Marc.
"That's right," added Strange. "We'll make sure to keep you alive. If that beloved Ravonna of yours isn't dead, perhaps you'd enjoy watching me kill her? Over and over. Again and again and again. Cool?"
Tut and Strange looked each other dead in the eyes. Strange wasn't bluffing. He was fully willing to kill a woman who'd done no harm in order to get answers.
"Very well then," said Tut. "You see, Immortus is known in his universe as the Black Priest. He made the Council you defeated an illusion. Except for me and a few others. There are millions of us. We've gotten hands on some TVA tech, and we're all going to prune the timelines everyone else on your side is in."
"Hold it," said Mobius. "How in the hell did you get TVA tech?"
Tut chuckled.
"Simple. We only had to ask the smart one by impersonating Mr..."
Tut then did a mock stutter, imitating Victor Timely.
Marc grabbed his crescent blade and was about to stab Tut clean in the face, but Strange stopped him with an orange shield.
"Stop. He's a lying bastard... but that doesn't make him useless."
Marc and Tut looked at each other, and a small grin came upon the latter's face.
The planet was slowly exploding outwards. The Newest was being born.
"Could we be brought but a little closer?" asked Doom.
"If you'd wish to die in a cosmic-level explosion," replied Arishem.
"I'm not as low in power as you may think," replied Doom.
With that, Doctor Doom flew directly into the explosion.
The Celestial tried to stop him from going further, but it was too late. Instead of the Newest being born, however, the blast was somehow absorbed back into the planet.
Arishem was confused.
That was, before Doom emerged from the planet, entirely larger than he was before. He was now the size of Arishem himself.
A large staff appeared in the Celestial's hand, and he attempted to strike Doom with it.
However, before the rod could hit Doom, he caught it. He crushed the edge with his bare hands, and he delivered a blow to Arishem's head, knocking him over. Doom wasn't finished, though. He picked up the jagged, sharp staff and brought it down hard on the Celestial's head. None knew now what this meant for the universe. For the timelines. For the multiverse. For all the heroes who opposed him. For the Celestials. For the Eternals.