The sky darkened as Sentry, radiant with a golden glow, rose to face Galactus. Her energy pooled around her, her eyes glowing with intense fire and steely determination.
"I will not allow you to destroy my home, not now or ever," she declared in a voice that echoed like thunder.
Galactus, impressed but not deterred, responded in a tone that echoed through the void of space. "You are an admirable being, but you do not understand the inevitable necessity of my survival. Your planet will be consumed."
With a simple gesture, he unleashed his formidable cosmic energy and engaged Sentry in a clash of forces that would shake the foundations of the universe.
The two giants collided, and the impact of their encounter reverberated across the solar system. Galactus, armed with his vast cosmic force, launched waves of destructive energy towards Sentry, who countered them with his own superhuman strength. Collisions between these powers released shock waves that warped reality around them.
The sky darkened as the forces of reality twisted and distorted under the influence of Galactus. Sentry, unleashing his full power and calling upon the Void to match the strength of his opponent, charged into combat with unleashed ferocity.
The confrontation spread across space and time, affecting reality itself with each blow and each burst of energy. The planets trembled and the stars twinkled as the two titans battled for supremacy.
However, as the battle reached its climax, Sentry began to realize that he could not win simply with brute force. He understood that he needed to use his mind and his connection to the Void in a more strategic and cunning way.
With supreme effort, Sentry channeled all of her power and his will into one last attack, taking advantage of Galactus' weaknesses and exploiting his own unique abilities. In a flash of dazzling light, Galactus was defeated, the cosmic form of him disappearing from view with planets and stars still in destruction across space.
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At S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret facility, the silence was punctuated by the constant hum of computers and the frenetic activity of trained agents. In an operations room, Director Nick Fury watched the main screen seriously as he received intelligence reports in real time.
. S.H.I.E.L.D. had received information about the presence of a dangerous mutant criminal in the area, and Fury had decided to take action using anti-mutant technology but his equipment was stolen and his agents were mind-controlled by the psychic entity.
They tracked them to the location of the government base taken over by Shadow King attempting to defeat the entity the X-Men became involved resulting in a battle in the city.
Despite the X-Men's victory against the enemy, Nick Fury would not be calm during the following days.
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With each labored breath, Aleis felt the Shadow King's presence envelop him more and more, like a shadow lurking in the depths of his mind. As his weakness intensified, the psychic entity's tempting offer resonated in her head, promising absolute power in exchange for his body as a vessel.
Initially, Aleis' distrust led him to reject the offer immediately. He knew that he could not trust the Shadow King and that handing over his body would only lead to destruction and manipulation. However, as darkness slowly took over her mind and his body, he began to give in to the overwhelming pressure.
Desperate to resist the psychic entity's control, in desperation, Aleis latched onto his psychic power and began manipulating the vectors with his remaining energy.
For a brief moment, the Shadow King recoiled from the combined power of the psychic and his vector manipulation, but it was only a fleeting respite. As Aleis collapsed, exhausted and weakened, the Shadow King returned to the fray, determined to claim his prey. Despite his best efforts, the Shadow King's influence continued to grow, engulfing him in a storm of darkness and despair.
With a faint whisper, Aleis vowed not to give up, even as darkness enveloped him completely.
Desperate to resist, Aleis attempted to use his telepathic abilities to restrain the Shadow King, but his inexperience in the psychic area left him vulnerable and his attempt proved futile. However, in his darkest moment, a new presence manifested in his mind: a psychic blonde, whose presence radiated a powerful light that defied the darkness of the Shadow King.
Joining forces with him and the blonde psychic, Aleis found renewed determination to fight the Shadow King. With the last vestiges of his psychic energy, he channeled his power into energized vector5.000 / 5.000
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s, launching a desperate attack against the dark entity that harassed him.
The battle in Aleis's mind was fierce and merciless, with the Shadow King fighting to maintain her control over him while the blonde psychic fought to free him from his evil influence. With each blow and counterattack, Aleis felt weaker, but also more determined than ever to resist.
Finally, with supreme effort, Aleis and the blonde psychic managed to defeat the Shadow King and remove his dark presence from Aleis' mind. Although he was exhausted and weakened, Aleis knew that the battle was not over yet. He had promised himself that he would never allow the Shadow King or any other dark entity to take over him again, and he was willing to do whatever it took to protect himself and those he loved..
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In the midst of confusion and pain, Aleis tried to focus on the voices and figures around him. The room was dimly lit, with medical equipment beeping rhythmically, measuring every vital sign his body struggled to maintain.
-Where...where am I? -Aleis murmured, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.
The younger blonde approached, her face filled with concern. - You are in the mansion's infirmary, Aleis. "You've been through a lot, you've been convulsed," she explained softly.
The adult blonde woman, who Aleis recognized as Emma Frost, approached with a reassuring smile. - Indeed, you have been in a rather serious battle on the astral plane. It took us considerable effort to bring you back. -Her words were serious, but her tone tried to instill some encouragement.
The furry blue man, whose presence exuded a calm authority, joined the conversation. - You are very strong, Aleis. But even the strong need to rest and heal. You were, technically, dead for a few minutes. Don't try to move too fast.
Aleis blinked, processing the information. - Dead? For a few minutes? - The idea struck him with a mixture of disbelief and terror.
"Yes, and if it weren't for your mental strength and our intervention, you might not have returned," Frost added. -You must take your recovery seriously-
The conversation was interrupted by a faint hum, signaling the opening of the doors. A tall, bald man walked in, his levitating chair filling the room. He was xavier, better known as professor x. He observed Aleis with a look of respect and concern.
- Young Aleis, you gave us a good scare. -His voice was serious but relieved. - But I'm glad to see you breathing.
Aleis nodded, still overwhelmed. - Thank you all, really. But... what about Shadow King? Is he...?
The blonde woman interrupted, her expression stern. -For now, he is contained, but we need to make sure you are fully recovered and prepared. This may not be over, and we must be vigilant.
Aleis took a deep breath, each inhalation hurt, but he knew that he had a road of recovery and preparation ahead of him. What he had faced on the astral plane was more than a battle; It was a war for his soul. And he was determined to be ready for any other threat that Shadow King might pose in the future.
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I find myself talking to Professor Xavier and Emma about mind control classes so that Shadow King does not return, along with my Ashley, my new psychic and telepathic partner also possessed by the entity.
I asked the teacher about my transfer to Xavier School and about my mother; She answers me: "Your mother has been notified that you suffered burns due to an accident." I kept thinking about the answer and say, "But I've been kidnapped and asleep for two weeks total."
The conversation continues; He explains to me that all the relatives had to modify their respective memories about the kidnapping and that during the tornado incident, in their memories, they were all at the Xavier school visiting to exchange schools.
After listening to Professor Xavier's explanation about the modification of my family's memories, Emma and I exchanged worried glances. Ashley remained quiet, but she could feel her tension in the air. I decided to break the silence and asked, "How can I make sure Shadow King doesn't control me again?"
Professor Xavier looked at me sympathetically and replied, "Mind control classes will help you strengthen your mind and protect you against psychic intrusions. Plus, we will be here to support you at all times."
I nodded determinedly, grateful for Professor Xavier's support. However, one question kept running through my mind: What would happen if Shadow King tried to return?
At the end of the conversation, Emma said goodbye and Ashley was accompanied by Professor Srorm to the girls' dormitories. Meanwhile, Wolverine, with his typical scowl, led me towards our shared room.
Ithe hallways full of mutants left me impressed. Never before had I been surrounded by so many individuals with extraordinary abilities.
My perception of the mansion expands, noting the good architecture by modifying the entire facility at the disposal of the largest mutants, as well as the most eccentric.
Finally we reached the bedrooms. "Here's your new hell, pale and stunted; enjoy," the badger left me at the door with a sarcastic comment.
The sound of the door opening finally brings me back to reality. I ignored his attitude and walked in, saying hello.
"Hello," my best attempt at a greeting to my new classmates: a blonde teenager and a child perplexed in front of the television.
The blonde greets with annoyance and proceeds to throw himself onto his bed, playing with a lighter, while the little one only addresses me with "Welcome", a moment and returns to his program.
"Well, I don't have anything, so I'm going to go home to get my things and say goodbye to mom. Don't die from my presence, guys," I said to proceed to leave the room towards my house, before opening the door. I stare at the room.
The room is a reflection of the eclecticism of its occupants. In the left corner, a messy bed with messy sheets and a blanket thrown to the side belongs to the blonde boy who plays with fire. On his nightstand is stacked a collection of lighters of varying sizes and colors, each a tool for his apparent pyrotechnic skill. The smell of smoke and burning wood fills the air.
In the center of the room, the bed of the boy with glasses, a superhero fan, is a haven of comfort and entertainment. Comic book posters adorn the walls, showing your favorite heroes in action. The television, always on and tuned to some superhero show, is his window to the outside world that he seems to admire so much.
On the right side of the room, the neat empty bed is a white and empty color. The sheets are perfectly stretched and the pillows are aligned precisely without any mess at the moment.
In the center of the room, a small coffee table serves as a meeting point, where the mutants can gather if they ever show interest in using it as more than decoration.
The blonde teenager seemed unwilling to engage in conversation, while the boy simply greeted me politely. With a resigned sigh, I decided to leave them to their own affairs and prepared to gather my things.
Before leaving the room, I said goodbye with a slight smile and a promise to return soon. With the bandages covering me, I headed towards my house, wondering what the future would hold for me at the Xavier School for Young Talents...
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As I walked away from the room, the sounds of the television and the murmurs of my roommates faded behind me. I headed towards the exit of the mansion, feeling the heaviness of the bandages and the uncertainty of my new life. In the hallway, I pass Professor Xavier, who stops me with a sympathetic look.
"Aleis, are you sure you're ready for this? You just arrived and you're still recovering," the professor said in a calm but firm voice.
"I need it, Professor. I need to see my mother, even if she doesn't remember what really happened. Plus, I have to pick up some personal things. It will be quick," I responded, trying to hide the mix of emotions I was feeling.
Xavier nodded slowly, then agreed, "I understand, but don't go alone. I'll take someone with you. Wolverine, could you escort Aleis to her house?"
Wolverine, who had just entered the lobby, grunted in approval and approached. "Come on, skinny. We'll do this quickly and smoothly."
The car ride to my old home was silent. Wolverine drove with a dexterity that belied his usual grunt, and I stared out the window, taking in every detail of the outside world that seemed so different now a little scorched for my liking.
Upon arriving, the sight of my home brought back a flood of memories. Every window, every crack in the sidewalk, every tree in the yard told a story of my life before the loss of my sister, Shadow King really messed with my mind.
I entered the house and headed to my room. Everything was just as he had left it, but now it seemed strange and distant. I picked up a few books, clothes, and a few photos, each item evoking a feeling of nostalgia and loss.
When I came down with a full backpack, I found my mother in the kitchen. Her expression changed from surprise to concern when she saw me.
"Aleis, are you okay? What are you doing here? You should be resting," she said as she walked over to hug me.
"I'm fine, Mom. I just came to pick up some things. I'll be back to school soon," I responded, returning the hug but careful not to reveal too much
She nodded, still confused but accepting. "Okay, but don't delay. And... take care of yourself, please."
"I will, Mom. I love you," I said, and with those words I walked away, feeling the heaviness of goodbye and the responsibility to protect not only my future but also her peace of mind.
Wolverine was waiting for me in the car, and without saying a word, we began the trip back to Xavier School. Upon my return, I felt a little more prepared to face the challenges that awaited me, armed with a piece of my old life and the determination to forge a new one.