The Void Land, also known as the Land of Remains, is the graveyard at the end of ti—a place where tilines end and the TVA once dumped its pruned realities. Once nothing but emptiness, it gradually beca a wasteland.
Whenever a Universe was destroyed or pruned, its people and remnants fell into this realm. Under Kang the Conqueror's command, the TVA had erased tiline after tiline, leaving countless discarded worlds and souls here. Even though leadership has since shifted, and the TVA's purpose is no longer preserving a single Sacred Tiline but maintaining overall stability, those previously erased had no way back.
Stranded forever, they remained in the Void Land. Fragnts of worlds fused into continents, while factions rose and fell within this barren exile, forever haunted by the threat of annihilation.
Now, in one desolate stretch of that place, the land was nothing but endless dunes. Windstorms swept across cracked stone and skeletal ruins, scattering sand into the air. Among the wreckage lay colossal fragnts of a broken monunt, its crumbling inscription spelling one word: Fawkes.
This was where pieces of the destroyed Fawkes Universe had landed. And it was here that Mr. Paradox—recently killed by Deadpool—along with several TVA operatives, had fallen.
Unfortunately, their arrival had not gone unnoticed. Not far from where they landed, a Mutant stronghold stood. Scouts discovered the newcors and quickly captured them. Chapters first released on novel-fire
When Mr. Paradox regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a pillar. The muffled groans of his subordinates echoed around him; more than a dozen TVA staffers were bound to other posts, each of them struggling against their restraints.
Before him stood dozens of Mutants of varying appearances. Among them, Wolverine—once pruned by Paradox himself—was restrained at the back, glaring at him with feral rage. Next to Wolverine stood a version of Captain Arica, robed in rough-spun cloth, also tightly bound.
Behind the captives lood sothing eerie: the massive helt of a fallen giant. At least seven or eight ters tall, it was unmistakably Ant-Man's corpse, frozen in giant form and repurposed as the entrance to this base.
The sight unsettled Paradox. Is this so kind of trafficking den? he wondered, though even he knew how absurd it sounded.
"You're awake at last. Did you sleep well?"
The voice—a smooth, female tone laced with a British accent—whispered near his ear.
Paradox stiffened and twisted his head in horror. Behind him stood a bald woman in a yellow-brown trench coat and heavy boots. She leaned close, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder, the other brushing the back of his head in a disturbingly intimate gesture.
"Cassandra… no, don't!" His eyes widened in panic.
Why plead? Because Cassandra had already slid her slender fingers into his skull, stirring them through his brain as if it were soft clay.
Her touch was elegant, her expression refined, her smile almost serene—yet her actions were unspeakably grotesque. Fingers pierced through his cheekbones, flickered out of his eye sockets, then disappeared back beneath his skin. And still, she caused him no physical harm.
If Malrick had been there, the sight of her bald head and aristocratic deanor would have been enough for him to recognize her instantly. Cassandra Nova Xavier—the twin sister of Charles Xavier, an Oga-level mutant.
Born as a "shadow twin," Cassandra had replicated Charles's DNA even in the womb and attempted to strangle him with their shared umbilical cord. Though her body perished, her spirit survived, lurking in filth and sewers, continuously replicating and reshaping herself through stolen DNA. Unlike her brother, she had undergone a secondary mutation, making her telekinesis even stronger. She could tear minds apart, manipulate matter down to the atomic level, and regenerate her own body with terrifying precision.
"Shh… don't speak," Cassandra whispered into Paradox's ear. "My brother ddles directly in people's thoughts. I prefer to do it… hands-on." Her fingers twisted lazily inside his skull. "So, TVA agent, what brought you here? Why did you fall into the sa pit you used to throw others into?"
She smiled faintly. "Let see for myself."
"Wait—Cassandra, listen! We can talk! Please, don't—" Paradox's protests were cut short as her grip tightened and his mind opened to her.
She sifted through his thoughts with cold amusent. "How interesting… You bribed John the Fire to betray . You intended to restart the Ti Crusher and use it to destroy an entire Universe, then seize control of the TVA yourself."
Her smile darkened. "I thought we had a deal, Paradox. The TVA and I would stay out of each other's way. Why break it? Why try to kill ?"
She tapped his forehead with her free hand. "And what fascinating little ideas you carry… Spider-Man, Superman… do they exist inside the TVA?"
Cassandra withdrew her hand, casually wiping it clean as though she'd done nothing more than touch wet paint. One of her followers handed her a strange golden tablet—the very Ti Tablet Paradox had once used against Deadpool, now recovered from the sand near his body.
"Ah, you even brought gifts." She lifted it with delight. "Were you hoping to open the TVA's doors for ? How thoughtful, my little darling."
She chuckled and turned toward Wolverine. "Logan, this man is the one who pruned you. Shall I take revenge on your behalf?"
From Paradox's stolen mories, she had learned why Wolverine was here. She didn't bother waiting for his answer. With a graceful wave of her hand, Cassandra stripped the flesh from Paradox and every TVA agent beside him. Skin and muscle disintegrated in an instant, leaving only heaps of stark-white bones clattering onto the ground.
Her smile never faltered. Elegant. Poised. Terrifying.
"Does that make you feel better?" she asked Wolverine softly.
He turned his head away, silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction.
Captain Arica, bound nearby, tried to cover the silence. "He's thrilled. He's just… not good at showing it."
Cassandra let out a small laugh. "A wolf with pride. How charming." She dismissed him with a flick of her hand and ascended the skeletal steps of the giant Ant-Man skull, tablet in hand.
"The Ti Crusher," she mused aloud, her smile twisting into sothing unhinged. "Such a clever invention. With it, I could collapse the Multiverse itself, draw every world into the Void. Wouldn't that be… beautiful?"
Her voice grew sharp with madness. "If the TVA wants gone, I'll erase them first. And perhaps, while I'm at it, I'll collect a few Spider-n. Maybe even a Superman or two."
"Superman," she purred, licking her lips, "a face that hasn't yet graced the Void."
Her fingers danced across the tablet, finding coordinates—Deadpool's Universe. That was where the Ti Crusher had been hidden, a weapon powered by the collision of matter and antimatter, capable of unraveling the temporal foundation of any world.
"Let's start by destroying the Multiverse."
As the portal blossod open before her, pulsing with unstable energy, sothing stirred across realities. A distant surge of Chaos Magic locked onto the rift.
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