X-Men: The unnatural omega's, Volume 4 Endgames Chapter 26, a X-Men + X-overs Crossover fanfic

X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 4; Endgames

Chapter 26: The Tournament of the Divine

…

Hiccup and the Riders of Berk to make themselves helpful around the Marvel universe. They had been working with Thor on occasion, even if he wasn't "their" Thor.

Vulka, Hiccup's mother, was overseeing Drago Bludvisk and his Bewilderbeast, ensuring that they didn't give their handlers or guards any trouble and were comfortable. The accommodation was made with great care, which kept Bludvisk cooperative. Ever since Hiccup dealt with Smaug a year or two ago, Bludvisk had grown to respect him for enacting justice against such a beast that enjoyed burning towns and family's for pleasure or just plain old amusment.

Hiccup was currently communing with his sword. It had been crafted by Mewtwo, Avallac'h, and Trollololo, and had been steadily growing in power. Ever since he delivered the finishing blow to Smaug, Hiccup had been hearing subtle whispers from the sword, like it was talking to him. It made sense since the sword was alive in some form, almost like a Pokémon. It had reached level 127 due to the rigorous training that he was doing on a daily basis, and was visibly glowing, illuminating the ground around it and the rock it was resting on as he propped it up.

Astrid had been watching Hiccup closely for some time now. She noticed the way he looked at the sword, almost like it was speaking to him. Gathering her courage, she approached him, drawing the attention of the other Riders of Berk.

"Hiccup," Astrid began, her voice curious and slightly concerned, "I've noticed the way you look at your sword. It's almost like it's talking to you… is it?"

Hiccup glanced at Astrid, then at the sword, a thoughtful expression on his face. "In a way, it is," he admitted. "I can hear full, clear, and consistent conversations with it. It's psychic in its own way."

This revelation caught Mewtwo's attention. Even he found it difficult to catch echoes from the sword he helped create. The idea that Hiccup could hear the whispers clearly intrigued him. "Interesting," Mewtwo said, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity. "Even I have difficulty hearing the whispers clearly, but they are definitely there. The sword is a Pokémon, just not a natural one. Understandable, since it bears the energy, I infused it with."

The other Riders exchanged glances, a mixture of amazement and concern on their faces. Fishlegs stepped forward, looking at the glowing sword. "So, it's alive? Like Toothless or Stormfly?"

Hiccup nodded. "Yes, it is. And it's growing stronger every day. The whispers are becoming more defined, almost like it's trying to communicate something important."

Snotlout smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, as long as it doesn't start demanding food and belly rubs, I think we're good."

The group chuckled, the tension easing slightly. Hiccup looked at the sword, feeling a sense of connection and responsibility. "This sword is more than just a weapon. It's a companion, and I believe it has a purpose that we're only beginning to understand."

Hiccup stood, and as he did, the sword automatically lifted off the ground and sheathed itself on his back. The other Riders of Berk did a double take, their eyes widening in surprise. They hadn't seen the sword do that before.

"Did it just...?" Ruffnut began, pointing at the sword with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Yeah," Tuffnut added, finishing his sister's sentence, "did it just move on its own?"

Hiccup smiled, a hint of pride in his expression. "It did. It's part of our connection. The sword responds to my thoughts and actions."

The Riders murmured among themselves, clearly impressed and a bit unsettled by the sword's autonomous abilities. But there was no time to dwell on it.

"Alright, let's get back to securing the perimeter," Hiccup said, refocusing on the task at hand. "We need to make sure everything is in order and it's two occupants are comfortable."

The group dispersed, each Rider taking their position to ensure the area was safe. Hiccup moved with purpose, his mind half on the task and half on the whispers of his sword. The connection they shared was growing stronger, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the sword revealed more of its secrets.

As they worked, a nearby SHIELD operative approached Hiccup, holding a small, official-looking envelope. "Hiccup, this just came through for you," the operative said, handing him the envelope.

Hiccup took it, curiosity piqued. He opened the envelope and read the contents quickly. His eyes widened as he processed the message.

"Hiccup," Astrid called out, noticing his reaction. "What is it?"

Hiccup looked up from the letter, his expression a mix of surprise and excitement. "We've been invited to a tournament. It's a mix of friendly games and competition, organized by Odin, Freya, and Thor of this universe."

The other Riders gathered around, intrigued. "A tournament?" Fishlegs asked. "What kind of tournament?"

"It's a competition that includes not just Asgard but also the other pantheons of this universe. They hold it every few years," Hiccup explained. "Derreck was the champion of the last one. Zeus and a few others are particularly excited to see what some of Derreck's allies can do."

For a moment, everyone was silent, processing the invitation. The idea of participating in such a grand event was both thrilling and daunting.

"Wow," Astrid said, breaking the silence. "This is huge. What are we going to do?"

Hiccup looked at his friends, a determined glint in his eye. "We're going to accept the invitation. We'll participate in the tournament and show them what the Riders of Berk and our allies can do."

The group nodded in agreement; their spirits lifted by the prospect of the upcoming challenge. They knew it would be tough, but they were ready to face whatever came their way.

…

Tyr was deeply engrossed in his paperwork, ensuring that the nine realms of his and Kratos' world were in working order. He meticulously went through daily reports, making sure all the voices of the people were being heard and their concerns addressed. His work was a crucial part of maintaining peace and order across the realms.

Kratos, meanwhile, was out in the said realms with Freya and Freyr, cleaning up some lingering Draugr around settlements. His tireless efforts kept the realms safe and secure.

Off to the side, Tyr's young daughter, Lysandra, was being tended to by her mother, Firestar of Universe-3. Lysandra with her golden glowing eyes played with enthusiasm, Firestar watched lovingly as Lysandra played with her little wooden horse and toy villagers, making Tyr smile as he glanced over at them. The sight of his family brought him immense joy amidst his responsibilities.

As he sifted through the pile of letters and reports on his desk, one envelope caught his eye. It was adorned with the seals of Odin, Freya, and Thor of the same universe as this krakoa. Intrigued, Tyr opened the letter and began to read.

…

"To Tyr, Protector of the Realms,

Greetings, friend. We hope this letter finds you well. We write to you with an invitation that we hope will bring joy and camaraderie to the nine realms.

As you know, every few years, the pantheons of our universe come together for a grand tournament of friendly competition. This year, we have taken it upon ourselves to organize the event, and it would be an honor to have you as a participant.

Your skills, wisdom, and strength have not gone unnoticed, and we believe you would be a valuable addition to our team. Alongside you, we have invited Hiccup and a few others, whose valor and prowess are well known.

This tournament is not merely a test of strength and skill but a celebration of unity and goodwill among the realms. We hope you will accept this invitation and join us in fostering these virtues.

We look forward to your positive response and seeing you in the arena.

Warm regards,

Odin, Allfather Freya, Vanir Queen Thor, Odinson"

…

Tyr's eyes scanned the letter, a sense of excitement and honor welling up within him. He glanced over at Firestar and Lysandra, who looked up from her toys with curiosity.

"Who is it from?" Firestar asked, her eyes glinting with interest.

Tyr smiled, holding up the letter. "It's an invitation from Odin, Freya, and Thor. They've invited me to participate in this year's tournament of friendly competition. Hiccup and a few others have been invited as well."

Firestar's eyes widened with delight. "That's wonderful news, Tyr! What an honor."

Lysandra clapped her little hands, though she likely didn't fully understand the significance. Tyr chuckled, his heart swelling with pride and joy.

"I will accept the invitation," Tyr said, determination in his voice. "It will be an opportunity to represent our realms and showcase the unity and strength we hold dear."

Firestar nodded in agreement, her expression proud and supportive. "We'll be there, cheering you on. And who knows, perhaps Lysandra and I will get to see you in action."

Tyr leaned over and kissed Firestar gently. "Thank you for always being my strength and support."

With the decision made, Tyr penned a swift and affirmative response to Odin, Freya, and Thor, sealing the letter with his own mark. He knew that this tournament would be more than just a series of competitions; it would be a chance to build bridges and further the cause of peace across their remaining eight realms and this new universe that gave him refuge and has become a second home to him.

…

Elsewhere, Atreus was busy tending to his remarkable family. The young Fenrir, already as big as a full-grown teenager, was a bundle of energy and curiosity. Jormungandr, his massive serpent sibling, had made himself comfortable in an artificial realm—a pocket dimension where he could move around without causing damage. This realm allowed him to grow without restriction, and everyone was taken aback by his rapid growth. Already five stories in length, Jormungandr was big enough to swallow a car should he choose to.

Off to the side, Bulma and Goku were running scans on Jormungandr as he devoured some fish imported specifically for him. Goku, despite his many encounters with powerful beings, seemed particularly impressed by the young serpent's size and appetite.

"He's growing so fast," Goku remarked, his eyes wide with amazement. "And he's already so strong. This is incredible!"

Bulma nodded, focused on her scanner. "It's fascinating. His growth rate and biological markers are off the charts. But everything looks healthy, which is a relief."

Angrboða, Atreus's wife, was there as well, ensuring Jormungandr was healthy. Despite the serpent's size and rapid growth, he was perfectly healthy. "He's just a baby, and yet he's already so big," she said with a mix of pride and awe.

Atreus smiled, watching as his family interacted. His daughter, Hel, who looked like she was almost four years old despite being much younger, was another marvel. She spoke in full sentences, her intelligence evident in her words and actions. Her rapid learning and maturity were startling.

"Daddy, look!" Hel called out, showing Atreus a drawing she had made. "I drew our family!"

Atreus knelt down to look at the drawing, a warm smile spreading across his face. "That's beautiful, Hel. You did a great job."

Hel beamed with pride. "Thank you! I love our family."

Atreus hugged his daughter, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love. "We love you too, Hel. You're growing up so fast."

Angrboða joined them, "They both are. But based on our estimates, Hel and Fenrir will slow down in terms of aging soon and then age naturally after that."

Atreus nodded, understanding the complexity of their unique family. "It's still incredible to see how quickly they've grown and how intelligent they are."

Goku, having finished his scans, walked over with Bulma. "I've seen a lot of amazing things in my life, but your family really is the stuff of legends," Goku said, genuine admiration in his voice. "The strength, the growth, the intelligence... it's all remarkable."

Bulma added, "You and Angrboða are doing an amazing job raising them. They're healthy and happy, and that's what matters most."

As they stood there, a messenger approached Atreus, holding a sealed letter. "Atreus, this is for you," the messenger said, handing him the envelope.

Atreus took the letter, noting the seals of Odin, Freya, and Thor. He opened it and read aloud:

…

"To Atreus, Son of Kratos,

Greetings, young warrior. We hope this letter finds you and your family well. We write to you with an invitation that we believe will bring both honor and excitement.

Every few years, the pantheons of our world come together for a grand tournament of friendly competition. This year, we have taken the responsibility of organizing this prestigious event, and it would be our great honor to have you as a participant.

Your skills, bravery, and wisdom have not gone unnoticed, and we believe you would be a valuable addition to our team. Alongside you, we have also invited Hiccup, Tyr, and two other esteemed warriors to represent this universe's Asgard.

This tournament is not merely a test of strength and skill but a celebration of unity and camaraderie among the realms. We hope you will accept this invitation and join us in fostering these virtues.

We look forward to your positive response and seeing you in the arena.

With respect and anticipation,

Odin Allfather, Freya Vanir Queen, Thor Odinson"

…

Atreus's eyes widened as he finished reading the letter. He looked up at his family, a mix of excitement and determination on his face. "I've been invited to a tournament, representing Asgard alongside Hiccup, Tyr, and two others."

Angrboða's eyes sparkled with pride. "That's incredible, Atreus. You should definitely accept."

Hel clapped her hands. "Daddy's going to a tournament!"

Atreus smiled at his daughter. "Yes, Hel. It's a great honor."

Goku grinned, giving Atreus a thumbs-up. "You'll do great, Atreus. Show them what you're made of."

Atreus nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I will. For our family, and for the realms."

He penned his acceptance letter and handed it to the messenger, who nodded and quickly departed. With his family's support and the knowledge of the incredible responsibility he carried, Atreus felt ready to take on whatever challenges the tournament would bring.

…

Elsewhere in the school of the wolf…

Eskel sat in his study at the School of the Wolf, surrounded by reports and files detailing the progress of the recently graduated Witcher recruits. He meticulously went through each report, his expression a mix of concentration and pride. The new recruits had been making a significant impact out in the world, and the details in their reports were both fascinating and impressive.

Some of the reports were quite bizarre, filled with tales of strange creatures and unusual curses. Eskel picked up three particular reports that had caught his attention, each detailing equal parts tact and foresight in dealing with dangerous situations.

The first report detailed a Witcher's encounter with a cursed individual—a Striga. The Witcher had been hired to deal with the creature that had been terrorizing a village. Using a combination of alchemical knowledge and combat prowess, the Witcher managed to break the curse and transform the Striga back into a human. The report included a detailed map of the area, showing the Striga's hunting grounds and the steps taken to dismantle the curse. The villagers, impressed by the Witcher's skill and compassion, had written letters of recommendation to their local lord, praising the Witcher's work.

The second report described an ogre that had been terrorizing a village every night. The Witcher assigned to this task used a combination of traps, diversions, and strategic combat to weaken and ultimately defeat the ogre. The report included sketches of the traps used and a map of the village, highlighting the ogre's paths of destruction. The villagers were so grateful for the Witcher's help that they sent letters to their lord, detailing the good work and bravery shown by the Witcher.

The third report involved a particularly dangerous mission—a Kikimora den with 20-30 Kikimoras and a queen that had been terrorizing a nearby village and its travelers. The Witcher, demonstrating incredible bravery and skill, managed to infiltrate the den, kill the queen, and eradicate the threat. The report was thorough, including a detailed map of the den and the methodical process used to deal with the Kikimoras. The villagers, amazed by the Witcher's success, also wrote letters of recommendation to their local lord.

Eskel leaned back in his chair, impressed by the detailed reports and the accomplishments of the new recruits. Each report was accompanied by maps and sketches that were exceptionally well-drawn, showcasing not only the Witchers' combat skills but also their cognitive enhancements due to the new, safer mutagens. These mutagens had the added benefit of not causing sterility or resulting in death, and they seemed to have granted the recruits incredible artistic skills.

Eskel reached for the full box of reports and files, each one a testament to the recruits' hard work and dedication. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he read through the various accounts of heroism and skill. The new generation of Witchers was proving to be not only effective but also highly respected by the communities they served.

"These new recruits sure are effective," Eskel muttered to himself, a smile forming on his lips. "Looks like the future of the School of the Wolf is in good hands."

As Eskel was engrossed in the impressive reports of the new recruits, a knock on the door drew his attention. He looked up to see Vernin Roach, a trusted messenger and friend, standing at the entrance with a sealed letter in hand.

"Eskel," Vernin said with a nod, stepping forward to hand him the letter. "This just arrived for you. It bears the seals of Odin, Freya, and Thor from the world of Krakoa."

Intrigued, Eskel took the letter and broke the seal, unfolding the parchment to read its contents.

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"To Eskel of the School of the Wolf,

Greetings, esteemed Witcher. We hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. We write to you with an invitation that we believe will bring both honor and excitement.

Every few years, the pantheons of our world come together for a grand tournament of friendly competition and sport. This year, we are organizing the event, and it would be our great honor to have you as a participant.

Your skills, wisdom, and strength have not gone unnoticed, and we believe you would be a valuable addition to our team. Alongside you, we have invited Hiccup, Atreus, Tyr, and another esteemed individual to represent this universe's Asgard.

We look forward to your positive response and seeing you in the arena.

With respect and anticipation,

Odin Allfather, Freya Vanir Queen, Thor Odinson"

…

Eskel read the letter twice, feeling a mix of surprise and honor. The idea of representing the Witchers in a grand tournament among the pantheons of a different universe was both daunting and exhilarating.

He looked up at Vernin, who was waiting patiently. "This is quite the invitation," Eskel said, a smile forming on his lips. "To compete alongside Hiccup, Atreus, Tyr, and another individual... it's an honor."

Vernin nodded, sharing in the excitement. "It's a significant opportunity, Eskel. I have no doubt you'll make us all proud."

Eskel folded the letter and placed it on his desk. "I'll need to prepare and make arrangements for my duties here. But yes, I think I will accept their invitation. It's not every day you get a chance to represent the Witchers in a friendly competition among gods."

With renewed determination, Eskel began to make the necessary preparations, eager to join his fellow invitees in the tournament. He knew it would be a challenging and thrilling experience, one that would further solidify the reputation of the School of the Wolf and the Witchers as a whole.

…

Elsewhere, on Eclipse's workstation also on Krakoa…

Eclipse was deeply engrossed in his work at his holographic workstation on Krakoa. The holographic screen displayed intricate designs and data, a testament to his unique amalgamation of divine energies and advanced technology. In the background, Arcee was tending to their sparkling daughter, Twilight Pulse, while their friends Optimus from another universe and G1 Bumblebee were engaged in a light-hearted conversation.

As Eclipse reviewed the latest data, a notification appeared on his screen. It was a message bearing the seals of Odin, Freya, and Thor. Intrigued, he opened the letter and began to read.

…

"To Eclipse, Divine Amalgamation,

Greetings, esteemed Eclipse. We hope this letter finds you well and in high spirits. We write to you with an invitation that we believe will bring both honor and excitement.

Your unique creation, drawing from the divine energies of Faerûn's gods and deity-like beings, has not gone unnoticed. We believe you would be a valuable addition to our team. Alongside you, we have invited Hiccup, Atreus, Tyr, and Eskel to represent this universe's Asgard.

We look forward to your positive response and seeing you in the arena.

With respect and anticipation,

Odin Allfather, Freya Vanir Queen, Thor Odinson"

…

Eclipse smiled, feeling a sense of honor and excitement. He turned towards Arcee, who was playing with Twilight Pulse. "Arcee, Optimus, Bumblebee, you need to hear this."

The three looked up from their activities, curiosity piqued. "What's up, Eclipse?" Optimus asked, his voice resonant with interest.

Eclipse held up the letter. "I've just received an invitation from Odin, Freya, and Thor. They've invited me to participate in a grand tournament of friendly competition among the pantheons."

Arcee's eyes widened with delight. "That's incredible, Eclipse! What an honor."

G1 Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, that sounds amazing! Are you going to accept?"

Eclipse looked at the letter again, then back at his friends and family. "Yes, I think I will. It's a great opportunity to represent the Cybertronians and our unique strengths. Plus, Hiccup, Atreus, Tyr, and Eskel will be there too."

"You'll do great, Eclipse." Optimus said. "Show them what we cybertronians can do."

Arcee smiled, holding Twilight Pulse close. "We'll be there cheering you on. Make us proud."

Eclipse nodded, determination in his eyes. "I will. For our family, and for the realms we protect."

Eclipse turned back to his holographic workstation and penned his acceptance letter letting them know that he's accepted.

…

A few hours later, the contestants and their families were being transported by this universe's Asgard's finest to the tournament location. The excitement was nearly overwhelming. as they flew through the stars, the vast expanse of space surrounding them.

Hiccup's friends were in awe, their eyes wide with wonder. "We're actually flying through the stars!" Fishlegs exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "This is so cool!"

Valka shared her son's enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling as she took in the incredible sight. "It's magnificent," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "To think we are among the stars, traveling to a place of legends."

As they traveled, the group found themselves in the presence of several legendary figures. Fishlegs couldn't contain his excitement. "I can't believe it! We're in the presence of Tyr, the god of war and justice!"

Tyr, calm and composed, nodded politely. "It's an honor to meet you all."

However, what really caught their attention was the presence of Angrboða and a young man who introduced himself as Atreus. They were accompanied by Atreus's four-year-old daughter, Hel. Her appearance was striking, with half of her body having pale, skeletal features. Despite her appearance, she was cheerful and lively, nothing like the legends they had heard.

Fishlegs leaned towards Hiccup, his voice a whisper of amazement. "That's Hel, the goddess of Helheim? And she's only a few months old?"

Hiccup nodded, a smile on his face. "Yes, she is. It's incredible, isn't it? She's nothing like what we expected."

Valka, who was standing nearby, added, "Legends often don't capture the full truth of a person. It's clear she's a bright and happy child."

Hel, overhearing their conversation, looked up with a bright smile. "Hi! Are you all going to the tournament too?"

Fishlegs, momentarily taken aback, nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, we are! I'm Fishlegs, and these are my friends. We're with Hiccup."

Hel beamed. "Nice to meet you! I'm Hel."

The surreal nature of the situation wasn't lost on the group. They were not only traveling through space but were also in the company of mythological figures and legendary beings.

Triss Merigold, who was accompanying Eskel to the tournament, stood close to him, her eyes also filled with wonder. "This is truly incredible, Eskel. To think we're going to a tournament filled with god like beings and legendary heroes.

Eskel nodded; his usual stoic demeanor softened by a smile. "It is. And it's an honor to be part of this. We'll make the most of this opportunity."

…

As the group from various realms and universes arrived at their destination, they were greeted by Odin, Thor, and Freya. Thor, now more humble and able to relate to mortals on a personal level since his ordeal with Hades and becoming mortal, stood beside his regal mother and father. Loki and Heimdall were also present, ready to welcome the guests.

Odin stepped forward, his presence commanding yet welcoming. "Greetings, esteemed guests. It is an honor to have you all here for this grand tournament. We are excited to see the camaraderie and friendly competition that will unfold."

Thor, a warm smile on his face, nodded to each of them. "Welcome. It is a privilege to stand among such legendary heroes and powerful beings."

Freya, her beauty and grace evident, added, "We have heard much about your deeds and valor. We are delighted to have you with us."

Loki, his usual mischievous demeanor softened, addressed the group with a nod.

", it's not every day we gather such a remarkable assembly."

Heimdall, ever vigilant, spoke last. "Your presence here honors us. Let us make this a tournament to remember."

As the gods greeted the team and their families, whispers spread among the other pantheons present. They noticed Hel, the young girl with her striking appearance, and the towering Cybertronian, Eclipse, who was slightly taller than Odin himself. The presence of these unique figures did not go unnoticed.

Out of the corner of her eye, Angrboða spotted a tall, regal woman with a strange horned crown standing at a distance. The woman's gaze was fixed eerily on them, particularly on Hel. An aura of power and menace surrounded her. Angrboða recognized her from the stories Atreus had shared—she was Hela, this universe's goddess of death, far removed from the sweet girl her daughter was.

Odin approached each member of the group personally. "Hiccup, your tales of bravery and ingenuity precede you. It is an honor to finally meet you and your friends."

Hiccup bowed slightly. "Thank you, Allfather. We're honored to be here."

Odin turned to Eskel and Triss. "Eskel, Witcher of the School of the Wolf, and Triss Merigold, your reputation as skilled warriors and protectors of the innocent is well known. We welcome you."

Eskel nodded. "Thank you, Odin. It's an honor."

Freya smiled warmly at Atreus and Angrboða. "Atreus, son of Kratos, and Angrboða, your strength and dedication to your family are admirable. Hel is a delight."

Atreus smiled proudly. "Thank you, Freya. We're happy to be here."

Hel, sensing the warmth in Freya's voice, beamed up at her. "Thank you, Lady Freya!"

Thor, with a twinkle in his eye, greeted Eclipse. "Eclipse, your presence here is a warm sight. We are eager to see your prowess."

Eclipse bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Thor. I am honored to be part of this event."

Meanwhile, Angrboða couldn't shake the unsettling feeling as she noticed Hela watching them. The contrast between the two Hel's was stark. Hela, with her imposing presence and aura of dread, was a far cry from the cheerful and innocent Hel at her side.

As if sensing her mother's unease, Hel looked up at Angrboða and then towards Hela. She tilted her head curiously but remained by her father's side.

Atreus noticed the exchange and placed a reassuring hand on Angrboða's shoulder. "Stay close, Angrboða. We'll keep Hel safe."

Angrboða nodded, her eyes still on Hela. "I know. It's just... strange to see her like this."

…

The tournament was set to be an extraordinary event, bringing together gods and heroes from different pantheons in their current universe. Each contestant from the group would face a formidable opponent, ensuring the competition would be thrilling and challenging.

The tournament lineup featured a diverse array of gods and legendary beings from various pantheons, each matched with the contestants for a series of thrilling competitions:

Atreus vs. Horus: Archery Competition

Hiccup vs. Hermes: Obstacle Course and Speed Race

Eskel vs. Ares: Swordsmanship and Combat Skills

Eclipse vs. Hephaestus: Forging and Craftsmanship

Tyr vs. Anubis: Strategy and Tactical Games

…

First up were the Competitors: Atreus, son of Kratos, and Horus, the Egyptian god of the sky and hunting.

The archery competition between Atreus and Horus was one of the most anticipated events. Both archers demonstrated incredible skill, accuracy, and precision. The final challenge involved hitting 21 one-inch targets from 30 feet away while the targets moved unpredictably.

Round One…

The competition was intense, with both archers hitting their targets in quick succession. Every shot was met with gasps and cheers from the audience. By the time they reached the final target both with ten targets between both of them, both Atreus and Horus hit it at the exact same time, in the exact same spot.

The crowd erupted in amazement.

"Did you see that?!" Fishlegs exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. "They hit the exact same spot!"

Valka, equally impressed, nodded. "Incredible! Their skill is unmatched."

Round Two…

The competitors prepared for the second round. The tension in the arena was only increasing. Once again, Atreus and Horus displayed their extraordinary talents, hitting each moving target with pinpoint accuracy. When they reached the final target, they repeated their previous feat, hitting the exact same spot simultaneously.

The crowd's reaction was even more enthusiastic.

"This is unreal!" Triss said, sitting beside Eskel. "They are perfectly matched."

Eskel nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Atreus has truly mastered his craft."

Round Three…

For the third round, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators leaned forward in their seats, eager to see who would emerge victorious. Atreus and Horus remained focused, their eyes sharp and their movements precise.

As they reached the final target, both archers hit an equal number of targets and once again struck the final target dead center. The arena fell silent as the judges, including Horus' mother and Odin, stepped forward to measure the shots down to the 1/100th of a millimeter.

Odin and Horus' mother carefully examined the final targets. The crowd held its breath.

"It's going to be close," Loki murmured, his eyes fixed on the judges.

Freya, standing beside Odin, announced the results. "Atreus' final shot was 21/100th of a millimeter from the center, while Horus' was 27/100th of a millimeter from the center."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Atreus was declared the winner.

Atreus, slightly breathless, smiled humbly as he accepted the applause. Horus approached him, extending a hand.

"Well done, Atreus," Horus said, a respectful nod accompanying his words. "You have earned this victory."

Atreus shook his hand, gratitude and respect in his eyes. "Thank you, Horus. It was an honor to compete against you."

Hiccup's friends and family were ecstatic. Fishlegs jumped up and down, cheering loudly. "Atreus did it! He won!"

Valka clapped her hands, her eyes shining with pride. "What an incredible display of skill. Atreus has made us all proud."

Hel, sitting beside Angrboða, looked up at her father with admiration. "Daddy, you were amazing!"

Atreus smiled at his daughter, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment. "Thank you, Hel."

Eclipse and the other contestants, watching from the sidelines, were equally impressed.

"Atreus's precision is astonishing," Eclipse commented. "This was truly a competition of legends."

Optimus nodded in agreement. "He demonstrated exceptional skill and composure. This victory is well-deserved."

…

Next up was the Obstacle Course: Hiccup vs. Hermes

The obstacle course between Hiccup and Hermes was the next event, drawing just as much excitement and anticipation as the previous archery competition. The course was complex, designed to test agility, speed, and acrobatic skills. It featured narrow beams, swinging pendulums, and various other challenges that required both physical prowess and mental sharpness.

As the competitors lined up at the starting point, Hiccup felt a mixture of nerves and determination. Hermes, the Greek god known for his incredible speed, flashed a confident smile.

"Good luck, Hiccup," Hermes said, his voice friendly but competitive. "You'll need it."

Hiccup nodded, his mind focused. "Thanks, Hermes. Let's make this a good race."

As the competitors lined up at the starting point, Hiccup felt a mixture of nerves and determination. Hermes, the Greek god known for his incredible speed, flashed a confident smile.

"Good luck, Hiccup," Hermes said, his voice friendly but competitive. "You'll need it."

Hiccup nodded, his mind focused. "Thanks, Hermes. Let's make this a good race."

At the signal, both competitors took off. Hermes' speed was immediately apparent as he darted through the first set of obstacles. Hiccup, however, moved with a combination of agility and precision, navigating the challenges with practiced ease.

As they approached a series of narrow beams, Hiccup showcased his acrobatic skills. He executed a few flips and graceful maneuvers, moving swiftly across the thin boards. His training in acrobatics had paid off, allowing him to match the agility of even a medium-level Witcher.

The crowd watched in growing shocked as Hiccup kept pace with Hermes. Fishlegs and the other Riders of Berk cheered loudly, amazed by Hiccup's performance.

Hermes, despite his speed, found himself slowed down twice due to the complexity of the course. He was forced to dodge swinging pendulums and navigate a series of moving platforms, which disrupted his rhythm. Hiccup, meanwhile, remained focused and steady, using his acrobatic skills to maintain his momentum.

As they neared the final stretch, Hiccup managed to pass Hermes, who was preoccupied with dodging the obstacles. The realization hit Hermes too late—he had been so focused on the challenges that he hadn't noticed how close they were to the finish line.

With the finish line just feet away, the crowd held its breath. Hiccup and Hermes were neck and neck, both pushing themselves to the limit.

as they closed the final gap.

In an unexpected turn, Hiccup surged forward with a final burst of energy, crossing the finish line just a fraction of a second ahead of Hermes. The arena erupted in cheers and applause.

Fishlegs and the Riders of Berk went wild with excitement. "Hiccup did it! He won!" Fishlegs said, his voice filled with pride.

Valka beamed with pride, clapping her hands. "Hiccup, that was incredible!"

Hermes, breathing heavily but smiling, approached Hiccup. "Well done, Hiccup. You surprised me. Your agility and determination are remarkable."

Hiccup, also catching his breath, grinned. "Thanks, Hermes. That was a close race. You made me push myself harder than ever."

Odin and Freya, standing with the other judges, nodded in approval. "An outstanding performance by both competitors," Odin announced. "Hiccup has shown incredible skill and dedication, earning a well-deserved victory."

Freya added, "This competition continues to showcase the extraordinary talents of our participants. We are honored to witness such displays of prowess."

As the excitement from the race settled, Hiccup joined his friends and family, receiving congratulations and praise. He felt a deep sense of accomplishment, knowing he had given his best and achieved an unexpected victory against a formidable opponent.

The outcome of the race was a surprise to many, highlighting Hiccup's growth and dedication to honing his skills.

The tournament continued with even more anticipation, each event bringing new challenges and remarkable performances

…

As the next match was announced, Eskel stepped forward to face Ares, the Greek god of war. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, eager to see how the Witcher would fare against such a formidable opponent.

Ares, towering and imposing, offered Eskel a chance to prepare. "You may use up to three potions and two oils, Witcher. Choose wisely."

Eskel nodded, appreciating the offer. He took a moment to consider his options, then selected his potions and oil carefully.

Eskel chose the following potions…

Super Potion: This potion allowed Eskel to mimic the abilities of monsters and other supernatural beings, even gaining their characteristics.

Gravewalker Potion: This potion enabled Eskel to summon up to seven spectral copies of himself that fought independently and allowed him to drain lifeforce and vitality from a target.

Mithril Potion - Batch One: A shimmering, silver liquid with swirling patterns reminiscent of liquid metal. On consumption, Eskel's skin and clothing gained a metallic sheen akin to mithril, providing enhanced resilience and durability. It granted significant resistance to blunt force trauma, with blows from powerful creatures barely registering.

He also chose one oil to apply to his rune-filled, mithril-infused blade:

Quantum Quen Oil: Formulated with essence drawn from the Quantum Realm and mixed with Bear Fat, this oil created a shimmering layer on the blade that could phase through normal matter. This made it possible to strike ethereal or phased targets, particularly useful against supernatural entities.

Eskel consumed the potions one by one. The Super Potion allowed him to mimic supernatural abilities, and he felt a surge of power. The Gravewalker Potion enabled him to summon seven green spectral duplicates, which appeared around him, ready for battle. Finally, the Mithril Potion coated his body with a metallic sheen, providing enhanced resilience and durability.

He applied the Quantum Quen Oil to his blade, watching as it shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Eskel was ready.

Ares, intrigued by Eskel's preparation, couldn't help but notice a change in the Witcher after he drank the first potion. There was something different about him, almost as if...

Ares saw it—a faint essence of a god of war, similar to his own. A grin spread across his face as he raised his battleaxe. "This will be very interesting," Ares declared, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The arena fell silent as Eskel and Ares faced each other. The air was thick with anticipation. At the signal, they charged.

Ares swung his massive battleaxe with immense force, but Eskel, with his enhanced reflexes, dodged effortlessly. The metallic sheen on his body absorbed the impact of near hits, making him almost impervious to Ares' brutal attacks.

Eskel's spectral copies engaged Ares, each one fighting with skill and precision. The duplicates created a chaotic battlefield, forcing Ares to divide his attention. Eskel himself moved with supernatural agility, striking at Ares with his Quantum Quen-coated blade.

Ares laughed; the thrill of battle evident in his voice. "You fight well, Witcher! Show me more!"

Eskel summoned the abilities granted by the Super Potion, his form shifting slightly to mimic the characteristics of a powerful beast. His strikes became more ferocious, and he began to drain Ares' vitality using the Gravewalker Potion's effects.

Ares, though formidable, began to feel the toll of Eskel's relentless assault. The Witcher's spectral duplicates continued to distract Ares when needed, and the Quantum Quen oil allowed Eskel to bypass Ares' defenses.

The battle reached its climax as Eskel and his spectral copies surrounded Ares. With a final, coordinated attack, Eskel struck Ares with his blade, phasing through the god's defenses and delivering a blow that drained a significant portion of his life force.

It was then after Ares managed to land a blow with his axe, only for it to bounce off with a CLANG! That he realizes that he couldn't win… every hit was draining his life-force and adding to Eskel's own. Every counter would provide an opening for at least five more spectral figures to do the same.

"Who would have thought", Ares thought to himself… "That I would be bested by a mortal, who could strike from all directions at once…?"

And with one last hit that phased through Ares along with his own axe, he realized the futility of continuing.

Ares, now visibly worn but still grinning, acknowledged Eskel's prowess. "You have the spirit of a warrior, Eskel. I concede. You have won this battle."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, amazed by the extraordinary display of skill and power. Triss Merigold, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of pride and relief.

"Eskel did it!" she exclaimed, "He won against Ares!"

Odin, Freya, and the other judges nodded in approval. Odin stepped forward to address the competitors. "An impressive victory, Eskel. You have demonstrated remarkable skill and tactics when picking those potions."

Ares, despite his defeat, laughed heartily. "Well fought, Witcher. You have my respect."

Eskel, catching his breath, nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Ares. It was an honor to fight you."

As the battle concluded, Eskel rejoined his friends and allies, receiving congratulations and praise for his victory.

…

As the tournament reached its midway point, Odin and Zeus called for a break, allowing the competitors and spectators to recuperate. The atmosphere relaxed as gods and heroes mingled, discussing the exciting matches they had witnessed so far.

This world's Loki approached Tyr, who was enjoying a brief moment of respite. With a mischievous grin, Loki began the conversation.

"Quite the tournament so far, isn't it?" Loki said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I hear many of the gods here are making bets on the last two matches."

Tyr chuckled, intrigued. "And what about you, Loki? Where do your bets lie?"

Loki leaned in conspiratorially. "My bet is on you and Eclipse. If the past matches are anything to go by, I'd say you both have a good chance."

Tyr smiled, appreciating the vote of confidence. "We'll do our best."

Loki then asked a more profound question. "Based on what I've heard, you've visited other pantheons in your universe. Any particular adventures that stick out if you had to pick, let's say, three beyond your realms?"

Tyr thought for a moment before responding. "There are quite a few, but if I had to choose three, they would be these."

"The first would be my adventures with the Horus of my universe. He's similar to Horus over there but radically different in his own ways. I helped him once deal with a chaos beast that escaped into the wilderness. That was a challenge. We had to answer a few sphinxes' riddles, which were long and convoluted, to get past several doors and track its path. Not to mention, Horus and Osiris themselves gifted me a pair of kopeshes blessed by Amun-Ra."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Blessed by Amun-Ra himself? Impressive. That must have gotten Horus's attention."

Tyr nodded. "It did. The kopeshes are incredible weapons, imbued with divine power."

"The second would be when I met Itzamna of my world. We had an interesting chat about how there seems to be a constant in our universe where all the pantheons seemed to create humans by different means in different ways. That's where I got my Macuahuitl."

Loki's eyes widened slightly as he noticed a figure nearby. "Speaking of Itzamna, I believe this world's iteration is listening in."

As Tyr turned his head he saw a Mayan deity, resembling Itzamna, was watching with keen interest.

"And as for the third," Tyr continued, "that would be when I met the Shinto pantheon. That one definitely caught Izanagi's attention, including Amaterasu. I helped Amaterasu several times when dealing with evil spirits and some malevolent yokai while also protecting the more benevolent ones."

Loki leaned in, fascinated. "Go on."

"I remember one interaction with a benevolent Kappa. I helped him build his shack by the riverbank, and from what I've heard, he became a renowned healer in that village, using his kind's benevolent magic to help heal the sick through natural remedies."

Loki nodded, clearly impressed. "Those are remarkable stories, Tyr. It seems you've made quite an impact on many pantheons."

Tyr smiled, humble as always. "I've been fortunate to have such experiences. They've taught me a great deal about other pantheons and their customs."

As Tyr recounted his adventures, he noticed that everyone around him had gone quiet. Every eye was on him, captivated by his stories. Even the gods who had initially been engaged in their own conversations were now listening intently.

Among the listeners, Tyr noticed Zeus of this world. The king of the gods had a curious expression, intrigued by Tyr's tales. Seizing the moment, Tyr decided to share another piece of his history.

"There's one more thing," Tyr said, his voice drawing everyone's attention even more. "I also visited Greece at one point."

Zeus' interest was piqued. "Oh? Do tell."

Tyr smiled. "During my visit, I had the honor of training with some of Greece's finest warriors. As a token of their respect and friendship, they gifted me a Spartan's spear and shield, specially tailored to my powers."

Zeus raised an eyebrow, impressed. "A Spartan's spear and shield, you say? Tailored to your powers?"

Tyr nodded. "Indeed. The spear is imbued with the strength of their greatest warriors, and the shield is designed to withstand tremendous force. Both have served me well in many battles."

The crowd murmured with admiration. Hiccup's friends exchanged glances of awe, while Valka's eyes sparkled with pride for the company her son kept. Even the gods seemed impressed by Tyr's accomplishments and the gifts he had received from various pantheons.

Zeus, stepping forward, addressed Tyr directly. "Your adventures and the respect you have garnered from so many different pantheons speak volumes of your character and prowess. It is clear that you are a warrior and diplomat of great renown."

Tyr, humble as always, bowed slightly. "Thank you, Zeus. I have been fortunate to have such experiences and to learn from the customs and traditions of different pantheons. Each encounter has taught me valuable lessons and enriched my understanding of the world."

With the break nearing its end, the competitors took a moment to prepare for the final two matches. The sense of camaraderie and mutual respect among them had grown even stronger, fueled by the shared stories and experiences.

…

As the next match began, Eclipse and Hephaestus stood ready in the forge, surrounded by their tools and materials. Arcee was on the sidelines, silently mouthing words of encouragement to Eclipse, "You've got this."

Hephaestus, renowned for his craftsmanship, began hammering away with powerful magics, shaping enchanted metals into a formidable piece. The sound of his work filled the forge, echoing through the arena.

Eclipse, drawing on his unique abilities, decided to try something different. In a swift motion, his arms transformed into multiple limbs of tools, obscuring the leather and enchanted metals as he worked with rapid precision. He performed multiple tasks at once, a flurry of movement and sparks.

As Eclipse worked, he uttered three spells from Faerûn to bless the shield he was creating:

Spell of Protection: "Aegis Custodia" - This spell imbued the shield with a protective aura, capable of deflecting both physical and magical attacks.

Spell of Binding: "Vincla Incantare" - This enchantment allowed the shield to bind and weaken enemies struck by it, reducing their power and resistance.

Spell of Resonance: "Resono Fortis" - This spell enabled the shield to resonate with the user's energy, amplifying their strength and abilities during battle.

The shield bore the Autobots symbol prominently on the front, surrounded by intricate Mayan glyphs and motifs. The design was breathtaking, as complex and detailed as a Mayan calendar or circular codex. The craftsmanship drew the attention of several Mayan deities, who raised their eyebrows in surprise and admiration.

Hephaestus, focused on his work, was crafting a helm of levitation and control over air. When he finally turned to look at Eclipse's shield, he paused, gawking at the intricate piece before him. The shield's glyphs were not just decorative; each one had a distinct function, creating a multifunctional masterpiece.

The Autobots symbol, combined with the Mayan motifs, created a striking visual impact. The spells of Faerûn gave the shield an aura of otherworldly power.

Hephaestus glanced at his own creation—a finely crafted helm of levitation and air control. It was an impressive piece, but even he had to silently admit that Eclipse's shield was on another level. The complexity, the magic, and the sheer ingenuity behind it were extraordinary.

As the judges examined the creations, the crowd watched in anticipation. Odin, Freya, and Zeus, along with representatives from various pantheons, scrutinized each piece. The shield's intricate design and powerful enchantments left a lasting impression.

Odin stepped forward, his eyes reflecting his admiration. "Both of you have demonstrated remarkable skill and creativity. Hephaestus, your helm is a marvel of craftsmanship and magic. Eclipse, your shield is a testament to ingenuity and the blending of divine and technological arts."

Freya added, "The complexity and power imbued in your creations are extraordinary. This has been a truly impressive display."

"Yet, there can only be one victor in this match." Zeus said with a nod towards Eclipse signaling that he's the winner.

Hephaestus, though humbled, acknowledged Eclipse's superior craftsmanship. "Well done, Eclipse. Your shield is a masterpiece. You've earned this victory."

Eclipse nodded respectfully. "Thank you, Hephaestus. It was an honor to compete against you."

Arcee, beaming with pride, rushed to Eclipse's side. "You did it! I knew you could."

…

The Final Match: Tyr vs. Anubis…

The final match of the tournament was between Tyr, the Norse god of war and justice, and Anubis, the Egyptian god of the afterlife. The match was a complex game of strategy and tactics, designed to test the mental acuity and wisdom of the competitors.

As the game progressed, Tyr actively engaged with Anubis, explaining his journey and the responsibilities that came with being the god of war.

"When I took my throne as the god of war," Tyr began, moving a piece on the board, "it wasn't merely a title of power. It meant shouldering all the wars, pain, conflicts, and strife throughout not just my pantheon but also every pantheon in my universe. I suspect this is something all gods of war go through when we take the throne."

Anubis listened intently, his eyes thoughtful as he considered Tyr's words.

Tyr continued, "While some saw it as a symbol of grief and torment, I decided to use it in a more proactive manner—a process, if you will. It gave me a different perspective. When I saw all the evils of wars and bloodshed, it stirred something in me to try to use my status and tact, along with negotiations, to prevent wars. To build bridges rather than tear them down."

Tyr made another strategic move on the board, capturing one of Anubis' pieces. Anubis, impressed by Tyr's insight and strategy, nodded in understanding.

"It was anything but easy," Tyr continued, "but I felt a responsibility to prove that just because some of my brethren can fall, we also have the capacity to rise. To be better, the gods we choose to be, not those we have been."

Anubis pondered Tyr's words as he made his move, the game continuing with a new layer of depth and meaning.

The other gods and spectators around them, including Firestar holding their daughter in her lap, listened with rapt attention. Tyr's words resonated with many, offering a profound perspective on the role and responsibility of a god of war.

Firestar, her eyes filled with pride and admiration, held their daughter close. "Your father is wise beyond measure," she whispered to their daughter, who looked up at her with wide golden eyes.

The game reached its climax, with both Tyr and Anubis demonstrating their strategic brilliance. Each move was calculated, and every piece played a crucial role in the unfolding battle of wits.

Anubis, recognizing the depth of Tyr's wisdom and the weight of his responsibilities, made his final move. "You have shown great wisdom and strength, Tyr. This match has been enlightening."

Tyr smiled, making his last move and securing victory. "Thank you, Anubis. This has been a match worthy of the gods."

The final match brought the tournament to a memorable and profound conclusion. Odin, Zeus, and the other judges stepped forward to address the participants.

Odin spoke first, his voice filled with pride. "This tournament has showcased not only the incredible skills and strengths of our participants but also the wisdom and unity that bind us together. Tyr, your words and actions have reminded us all of the true responsibilities of the gods."

Zeus added, "Each match has been the strength of our pantheons. We are honored to have witnessed such remarkable displays of prowess and wisdom."

As the participants and spectators celebrated, Tyr rejoined his family, receiving warm congratulations and expressions of admiration. The tournament had not only been a display of skill and strength but also a celebration of the unity and wisdom that connected this universes denizens.

The awarding ceremony was held in a grand hall adorned with banners representing each pantheon. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and pride as the participants and spectators gathered for the final event. Hephaestus, along with a few other smith gods, had prepared special trophies for each participant, each bearing their likeness with a plaque signifying them as the victors in their respective fields.

Odin, Freya, and Zeus stood at the forefront, ready to present the awards. The participants were called up one by one to receive their trophies.

Atreus: "Atreus, for your unparalleled skill and precision in archery," Odin announced, presenting Atreus with a beautifully crafted trophy depicting him with his bow drawn, surrounded by intricate Norse runes. Atreus accepted it with pride, glancing at his family with a smile.

Hiccup: "Hiccup, for your agility, determination, and acrobatic prowess," Freya said, handing Hiccup a trophy showing him mid-leap, his dragon Toothless by his side. Hiccup accepted it, beaming with joy, and waved to his friends and family.

Eskel: "Eskel, for your strength, strategy, and combat skills," Zeus declared, giving Eskel a trophy depicting him in a dynamic fighting stance, his sword raised high. Eskel accepted it humbly, nodding to the crowd in appreciation.

Eclipse: "Eclipse, for your ingenuity, craftsmanship, and magical prowess," Hephaestus himself announced, presenting Eclipse with a trophy depicting his transformed arms with tools, surrounded by Mayan glyphs and the Autobots symbol. Eclipse accepted it, his eyes reflecting gratitude and honor.

Tyr: "And finally, Tyr, for your wisdom, strategic brilliance, and embodiment of war and peace," Odin said, handing Tyr a trophy showing him with his sword and shield, surrounded by symbolic representations of various pantheons. Tyr accepted it with a deep bow, his face reflecting the responsibility and honor he felt.

After the ceremony, an elaborate afterparty was held in the same grand hall. The atmosphere was jubilant, with gods, heroes, and their families mingling, sharing stories, and celebrating their achievements.

Tyr, holding his daughter in his arms, chatted with various gods and heroes. He spoke with Horus and Osiris about their respective pantheons, exchanging stories and wisdom. Firestar stood by his side, her pride evident.

Atreus mingled with his family and the other contestants, sharing stories of their adventures. Hel, his daughter, played nearby, her laughter a testament to the joyful atmosphere.

Eskel and Triss Merigold spoke with other warriors and mages, discussing their strategies and experiences. Eskel's trophy drew admiration from many, who praised his skill and bravery.

Eclipse, with Arcee and their sparkling daughter, engaged in conversations about technology and magic with Hephaestus and other smith gods. His trophy, with its unique design, was a point of interest for many.

Hiccup and his friends, including Fishlegs and Valka, shared tales of Berk and their dragon-riding adventures. Toothless, by his side, drew the attention of many curious gods and heroes.

As the night wore on, it was time for farewells. Each participant received heartfelt congratulations and well-wishes from their peers.

Before Leaving, Odin gave them words of gratitude. "To all our participants, thank you for making this tournament a memorable event. Your skills, wisdom, and camaraderie have strengthened the bonds between our pantheons." Which was followed by Zeus.

"May you carry the spirit of unity and strength with you as you return to your homes. Remember, we are always connected through the shared honor of this event."

It was then that this universe's Freya spoke up next. "Safe travels to all, and may we meet again in peace and prosperity."

With the festivities concluded, each participant and their families prepared to return to their respective homes. They carried with them not only their trophies but also the memories of the friendships and bonds forged during the tournament.

Tyr, with Firestar and their daughter, took a moment to look back at the grand hall, feeling a sense of fulfillment. "This was an event to remember," he said softly, as they began their journey home.

Atreus, holding Hel's hand, smiled at his family. "We've made great friends here. This is just the beginning."

Eskel and Triss exchanged smiles, their hearts filled with pride. "To many more adventures," Triss whispered.

Eclipse, with Arcee and their sparkling daughter, nodded in agreement. "This has been incredible. Here's to many more adventures."

…

Elsewhere in Krakoa, the past Logan, Destiny, Xavier, Colossus, Storm, Emma Frost, Rogue, and Kitty Pryde were gathered in a quiet, reflective space. These mutants, who had arrived from the past quite some time ago, were contemplating their place in this time. One notable absence was Hope Summers, who had moved to New York to work with SHIELD. She had decided not to return to the past with them, burdened by the guilt of her part in the false resurrections. The truth had revealed that the resurrections were not bringing anyone back but creating clones, a revelation that had shaken the mutant community to its core.

Suddenly, they were alerted by the present Logan of a development that would be of great interest to them. "Hey, we've got something you need to see," Logan said, his tone urgent but steady.

The group followed him to the control room where Nick Fury was waiting. The atmosphere was tense, with an undercurrent of anticipation.

Fury turned to face the assembled mutants. "We found a breach," he began, his voice grave. "It leads one way to Krakoa of your past. Based on the way it's operating, it's like time is frozen on the other end. If you go through, no time will have passed from when you left to when you return."

The implications of his words sank in slowly. Returning to their own time without any loss of time meant they could address the issues that had haunted them without missing a beat. They exchanged glances, the weight of their decision heavy on their minds.

Fury continued, "If you go back, you'll need to confront your time's Sinister. He knew that resurrection was a lie, but he kept quiet about it. On top of that, there are the unborn children that weren't coming back with their mothers." He referenced the file folders that Darrian had shown the mutants when they first met him. The images and information from those files had haunted all of them since.

Destiny spoke first, her voice calm but resolute. "If we go back, we can set things right. We can confront Sinister and expose the truth."

Xavier nodded in agreement. "We have a responsibility to our past selves and to those who suffered because of Sinister's deception."

Colossus, always the voice of strength and reason, added, "We will have their support if we go through. We won't be alone in this."

Emma Frost, her demeanor as icy as ever, looked at Fury. "What kind of support are we talking about?"

Fury smiled slightly. "You'll have access to our resources and intel. We'll provide whatever assistance you need to confront Sinister and ensure that the truth comes to light."

Rogue, her eyes fierce with determination, clenched her fists. "Let's do this. We can't let Sinister get away with what he's done."

Storm, her presence commanding as always, stepped forward. "Then it's settled. We go back, confront Sinister, and make sure the truth is known."

Logan, both past and present, exchanged a nod. An understanding passing between them, they wouldn't let sinister get away with this.

With their decision made, the group felt a renewed sense of purpose. They prepared for the journey back to their own time, knowing that they had the support and resources they needed to confront Sinister and expose the truth.